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sunflower-lilac42 · 3 months

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✧ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 || nico hischier ♔

summary: it was just one of those days where y/n can't help but feel horrible about herself, and nico is there as he always is.

warnings: insecure thoughts, people being mean (minor)

notes: another thing that was not planned (well it was but just not to come out at one in the morning). i'm working on other nico stuff but as soon as i thought of this idea i had to write it for him. also that summary nor the title does this justice, i had no clue what to write for the summary or what to title the fic add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

publish date: 01/31/24

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It was one of those days. One of those days when everything about her felt wrong, everything she did felt wrong. Her mind wasn’t thinking straight, every time someone looked at her she felt judged. Every time she was in a room and someone turned and whispered to someone else she thought they were talking about her.

Earlier that morning she stood in front of the mirror for ten minutes. Just standing and staring, her hands roaming over her stomach, then her arms, then to her thighs, eventually landing on her face. She squeezed and pushed the things that she wished weren’t there. The extra fat that she was always told to get rid of, the blue and purple stretch marks that overpowered the white fading ones. She was too young to be dealing with any of this.

It was only when she heard her boyfriend shift in the bedroom that she stopped her thoughts, rushing to put her clothes on and start doing her makeup so he wouldn’t see her like this, almost at her lowest. She applied her makeup, making sure to cover any of the marks she labeled as her imperfections. The growing bumps on her forehead from the hours of working out she had been doing recently, the moles on her face that looked like the food she had left there from the previous night. She plucked the growing hairs that made her eyebrows a funky shape, she applied contour to her chin to hide the fact that she had a double chin.

Although she had woken up earlier that morning to shower, she felt disgusting. She felt as if she just worked out for hours on end, she could feel the nonexistent sweat dripping down her body. Her hair felt greasy, and she could feel the grime already building up. She felt like the shower had done nothing but make her feel worse about herself.

She only left the bathroom once she felt like she had met other people’s standards of herself. She noticed Nico sitting up in their shared bed, covers bunched up around his waist. She gazed at him, abs on display, jealousy plagued her mind at how easily he could feel comfortable about himself, as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, running them down his cheeks in exhaustion. Once he noticed the girl standing there, he smiled, “Hi schatzi.”

She gave him a smile that barely reached her eyes, mind still trained on her thoughts from earlier. She knew that if she had just voiced these thoughts to him he would have been quick to reassure her that she was beautiful, but was that what she wanted? Did she want to hear what he was forced to say?

Nico could tell something was off with her, starting with the fact that she normally wouldn’t be up this earlier even if she did have work. He took a glance at the clock that sat on his nightstand and frowned, “What are you doing up this early?”

She had to think on her feet, she had thought she would’ve been able to slip out of their apartment unnoticed, undetected. It was obvious her plans had failed her. Thinking for a quick second she walked over to their closest to grab a coat for the cold that was settling in New Jersey, “I have to go to work early.”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows, “At seven in the morning?” He wouldn’t even be bothered to wake up for morning skate this early.

She just nodded before walking out of their room. He was quick to follow her, not bothering to put a shirt on. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching her throw her shoes on and grab the keys from off the hook. She shoved her laptop into her bag, “Don’t you want some breakfast at least?”

She shook her head, ‘I’m just going to get some food on the way there.” Lie. She had planned on skipping breakfast that morning. He just gave her a masked confused glance before walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on her lips, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” She hurried out the door not wanting to be questioned about her motives that morning. She left Nico standing there, more confused than he had been when he woke up.

✧༺✎༻∞

She barely made it through the day. Her mind raced with thoughts that she could barely keep up with. It wasn’t fair. Everyone else was able to go to work and complete all of their work in an organized and time-orderly manner. She had gone in early and stayed late and wasn’t even able to complete half of the things she had wanted to.

She sat in a meeting, listening as her coworkers explained their new project that she frankly couldn’t give less about. They flew out random statistics at her, she tried to keep up but they talked so damn fast. Her hand wasn’t able to even translate down half of the things they said. They dismissed everyone for lunch an hour later, however, she didn’t stop to eat. She went back to her desk and continued to work not wanting to fall more behind than she already was.

She had a few crackers she found in her bag that she didn’t even remember putting there. She knew Nico would have her head if she didn’t eat at least something, so the old crackers were better than nothing even if they were a little stale. On the bright side, she at least kept herself hydrated. Going to fill up her water bottle at least three times already.

It was almost ten when she even thought about leaving for the night. Her head hurt from staring at her screen for so long. Most of her coworkers had left already, all making snide comments on their way out. That happened a lot of the time when she was at work. The other girls commented about how she looked, as if her thoughts weren’t torturous enough.

She groaned when the clock struck 11 and she saw the massive amount of texts from Nico on her phone. He had an off day today which means that she should’ve expected this from him. It wasn’t rare that he didn’t have a game and no practice so he always tried to hang out with her when he could. She hadn’t been by her phone all day, deciding to keep it tucked away in her bag.

She texted him quickly, “Be home in 20”, as she picked up her belongings, shoving them back in her bag. She drove as slow as possible back home, barely going the speed limit. She tried to prolong the talk Nico was going to have with her for working too late. He didn’t have much room to speak with the fact that he had been pushing himself on the brink of insanity with how the team had been playing.

When she arrived she sat in her car for 5 minutes before finally being able to walk into their apartment. She entered nervously placing her bag down carefully on the kitchen counter and hanging her keys up. Unfortunately, her efforts were nothing as Nico walked out of their bedroom a minute later, “Schatzi?”

She smiled anxiously, awaiting his reaction, “Why were you at work so late?”

“I needed to get some work done.”

He nodded, not wanting to argue this late at night, “Are you going to come to bed soon?”

“Yeah, let me just change.”

He waited in bed for her, occupying himself by looking around the room. When she was done, she crawled into bed allowing Nico to wrap his arms around her. Her back was pressed against his chest as shelf one of his hands. The thoughts were getting to be too much so she finally allowed herself to voice them, “Nico?”

“Hmm?”

She could barely form thoughts before she started crying. Nico’s heart instantly breaks once he hears her cries. He turns her around in his arms, looking into her eyes, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She only shook her head, burying her head into his chest. He kissed her head, placing a hand on the back of her head, keeping it in place against his chest. His other hand rubbed soothing circles on her back, “I can’t listen to them anymore, Neeks. It’s hurting so bad.”

Nico’s eyes water as she speaks, “Hey, it’s okay. It’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll do everything it takes to make them go away.”

He hated seeing her like this, he hated hearing her sobs, and he hated everything about this situation right now. Y/n could only try to calm herself down at this point, none of his words registering in her mind. Her tears were soaked into his shirt, the last of them drying up on her cheeks. He pulled her head away from him, cupping her face with his hands.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “I know you don’t believe me right now and that’s okay because I am willing to stick with you until you believe me. You are good enough for me, I know you like the back of my hand, schatzi. You always stay up late for me after my games, you’re there to comfort me after a tough loss, you’re there to make sure that I’m eating enough, making sure that I don’t overwork myself. I couldn’t ask for anything more. And you are beautiful. The most beautiful woman to ever walk this fucking planet. The first time I met you I couldn’t help but smile. You were talking about books with your friend and you were wearing this oversized sweater with leggings and a pair of black Converse. You made me fall in love with you right there.”

Y/n was instantly brought to tears again, not expecting the words coming from him at that moment, “So you listen to me okay? You will get past this, I promise you and I will be by your side every step of the way. I love you so so so much and I am so grateful for you and everything you have done for me.”

“I love you too.”

And that was the last words spoken by either of them that night. Nico pulled her back into his arms as tightly as possible before the two of them fell asleep.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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sabosbabygirl · 1 year

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How I imagine König to smell, taste and feel:

Innocent Version:

-Smell (this will be similar to non innocent version) : Coffee…Austrians love their coffee (beer is also very popular in Europe but I think he is more of a coffee drinker). The scent is strong (thats how he likes his coffee). Imagine walking into a coffee shop, the scent slaps you but its an addicting kind of smell. One you can spend hrs smelling. Thats how he smells. Mix it with a hint of sweat (due to anxiety) and a tiny bit of laundry detergent and deodorant, you have the smell of König. He doesn’t wear cologne usually, but he always smells good. He takes pride in cleaning himself and his clothes especially after missions.

-Taste: COFFEE!! His lips are semi rough due to continuously biting them but the coffee is so overpowering that you don’t even notice. When you do see his lip though, you ask him if you can apply chapstick for him so his lips are soft and to try to help him from biting them (chapstick tastes like shit..you can’t tell me any different).

-Feels: His skin has many scars but its smooth. His chest is solid and his chest hair is almost nonexistent. He tells you that he doesn’t really like his chest hair because the tactical gear has a way of pulling on it even through the shirt. His abs are semi noticeable when he is relaxed; you can feel them but they are not rock hard. He keeps his happy trail because you like it. His back is wide and muscular. His thighs are thic. Overall he feels nice. You can’t keep your hands off him when he is around you.

Not for the Innocent:

-Smell: Coffee but more intense..like he is giving off a sex aroma. Its so intense that when he starts breathing into your neck and leaving kisses your body send chills and your head begins to feel dizzy.

-Tastes: Mostly salty and slightly bitter. But its a taste that you have become accustomed to. You want to suck his cock but he personally prefers to eat you out and when he is about to cum he asks to open your mouth so you can get a little taste. The rest of his cum is all over your body…he cums A LOT!!

-Feels: Thick, Big and Rough. Not going to lie, the first few times having sex with him stretches you out and isn’t comfy. But he tried his best to first foreplay with his hands. His hands have callouses on them & he knows this so he makes sure to lubricants your clit and vagina first. Sometimes with his spit or a gel you want to use. This also helps him to slide in better. When it comes to thrusts he prefers slow. He knows his size so fast and crazy may hurt you but if you ask him he will obey.

“Princess, I’m about to…to cum..open that pretty mouth of yoursss”

#konig headcanons #konig x you #könig call of duty #könig x reader #konig smut #cod mw2 #konig mw2 #könig cod #cod mw2 headcanons

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reilliane · 1 year

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Septem (ii) ⊱⊰ Genshin!Various

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PART 02 OF 02 - [ PART ONE ]

✤ An Academy built to hone and prepare gods-to-be and blessed mortals for the world beyond — isn't it a dream come true, when a blank Vision greets you in invitation?

✤ kaeya, chongyun, mika, diluc, bennett, thoma, venti, kazuha, xiao, heizou, scaramouche/wanderer, aether

“Ad Astra.”

To your astonishment, the rays flashed even brighter, they've become so blinding that you had to close your eyes.

Only when it has dimmed to a considerable degree are you able to blink and adjust your sight, feeling an incomprehensible frisson in your chest.

Is this what magic feels like? You ponder in awe as the [c] light of your Vision beats at a steady rhythm, like a heart. It floats back down to your waiting hands.

“Septem Academy welcomes you, [Surname] [Name].”

The Sustainer smiles, golden eyes appearing even warmer than before as she beckons the four behind her to make way down the carpeted center of the gathering hall.

They do as she says, following shortly after you tail along.

“As you have just recently enrolled, the classes may be too advanced, so until you've caught up, you will stay at the Hearth and learn at your pace until it's fit for you to attend class in the campus. I will have the professors know and send in the syllabuses. Of course, you are free to enter the campus library to study if you so wish.”

Down an enclosed corridor that's only lit by torches with seven respective flame colors, you cannot help the wonder that blossoms inside. Eventually, enormous double doors are reached at the end, opening on their own to reveal a brightly illuminated room.

It is circular and open spaced—a huge gazebo, if you will. In between each marble columns stand seven tall mirrors, each accented and arrayed accordingly.

A moment is needed for you to notice that beyond the place is the celestial body itself, the skies. Rolling clouds complement the azure canvas, touched with a ray of the sun.

You wonder if the eventide will be just as majestic.

“Now, unveil your Vision.”

A sense of nervousness and excitement causes your fingers to tremble in the slightest, unwrapping from the Vision that now thrums with life. The glow of white dies down, eventually marking out a detailed insignia that has your eyes widening.

The Sustainer lifts her hand, and with a voice that commands the heavens, announces.

“Ab intra—”

— Kaeya/Chongyun/Mika

“Hearth Cryo!”

Crystalline snowflakes burst from nonexistence, languid with its descent that commemorates the arrival of another student acknowledged by dichotomy—governed by resolve.

It's cooling, in fact, the entire hall has been engulfed by a passing blizzard, not too much to the point of turning blue... but heavens, that was cold.

You let out a shiver at it.

After informing you that the corresponding Master has been summoned, the Sustainer vanishes into red cubes, followed by the rest of the cloaked figures that disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome.

The very moment they have gone, the mirror's surface in front of you—that's adorned in silver thorns and deep blue roses—starts to be enveloped by frost. You fear that it'd burst into shards, so you take a wary step back, only to gawk when a figure passes through with ease, frost clinging onto her body.

It billows away without even needing to be brushed off, as though they're mere fairy dust. The woman hums at you, mien coming off as captious that you instinctively straightened up. She cocks an eyebrow, looking almost bemused.

“If you keep on gawking, I'll have no choice but to vow vengeance upon you, so I suggest you start moving pronto.”

You stiffen. “Yes, ma'am!”

Shoot, I can't afford to make a bad impression right away-!

Far from being prepared at her promise of vengeance, you scurry forward, Vision in hand, towards the mirror that she gestures to. You begin to worry for yourself almost immediately, but held back from thinking too much — just be rational, and you'll do fine!

Passing through the frosty mirror, you land on soft snow, upheld by a sturdy grip on your arm. “Dear me, Eula, were you frightening the newcomer again?”

“Be quiet, Kaeya. The sooner she gets here, the better.”

Hearth Cryo's gateway is in the form of a wooden archway at the end of a forest. The winter is seemingly endless and the snowfall is heavy, though the cold isn't as biting as you thought it'd be.

Looming in the distance is a fortified castle, mighty and lonesome, it exudes the impression that it is built to defend its inhabitants from the bitter cold—or perhaps even something more?

Eula thankfully enlightens you more after catching the curio in your gaze. The Hearth isn't always in a winter stasis. In fact, it mirrors the real world the most out of the rest of the Hearths, which she mentions is always in an 'impossibly good weather'. Hearth Cryo goes through the usual four seasons, it just so happens that you manage to land in winter.

You do not know what to expect of the hearthmembers, so you're somewhat blundered when you get to see them all for the first time. They are all so... different.

You suppose that it's understandable—after all, wasn't this Hearth acknowledged by dichotomy? When you come to introduce yourself, you also did not expect their thorough introductions. Kaeya merely says that it's what makes them as tight-knit as a Hearth; everyone being so different, yet similar in the one aspect that they face significant contradictions. To an awful, almost upsetting degree.

Really, the sentimental bomb is too big of a drop, you feared they saw the glassy sheen in your eyes. You eventually understood then, that the castle sort of signified everyone's defense from the ghastly paradox thrown to them by fate.

“Heh, interested in me, are you? Oh? Don't tell me you're getting emotional over everyone? You're amusing. They may not express it well, but I'm sure that your arrival has brought some warmth this winter.”

Kaeya Alberich—you question why he's in the Academy despite already having such a nice grasp of his Vision, and he only laughs. He says that the reason is solely because he's part of an exchange program, and officially belongs to Aurum College—an educational institution for the 'magicless yet gifted'. In other words, he hailed from Khaenri'ah, a far, far away nation.

He is on his way to graduate and be a part of the Knights Brigade there, until he was suddenly blessed with a Vision. Thus, he has been sent here to master the element until it is time to return. He has a fellow Aurum student, apparently, one in Hearth Geo.

Despite being such an enigmatic man, sometimes he doesn't seem to have a filter with his words at all, bluntly stating that other than the reason for mastering his Vision, he wants to find out how the 'blessed mortals favored by gods' actually act like.

It isn't surprising; you know that the people are torn between liking and disliking the ostensibly 'biased' concept of being granted elemental magic. Everyone has dreams of their own, so why isn't everyone blessed with magic?

Kaeya enlightens you of everything that goes about Aurum College and how he personally views 'blessed mortals' in your free time. He finds some to be a bit uptight and insufferable, but nothing drastic at all—for deep down, magicless or not, everyone is human. Save for the Hearthleaders, of course. When you jokingly asked if you're a part of the group that he finds insufferable, he only gives a charmingly annoying smile. Darn him and his flirty tendencies... if Rosaria was around (and that one man from Hearth Pyro) then he'd be forced to spill!

“It's just me... ! I- My deepest apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. I give the place a thorough look over before turning in for the night. Mm? Well, believe it or not, the castle's supernatural activity spikes in the evening... even the campus'.”

It completely blew past your mind that Chongyun patrols the castle halls in the dead of night, so when you got a little peckish at midnight and aimed to grab some snacks from the distant pantry... you nearly shrieked upon spotting a terrifying blur of blue zooming past like a ghost.

If not for the candle he held nearby, you would've screamed and alerted everyone! Poor Chongyun looks just as spooked as you are though, but was much better in concealing his surprise. Shenhe, his aunt, unfortunately caught the both of you like deers in headlights.

Rosaria and Shenhe frequently joins him in this trip, see, and so they catch you wandering the halls late in the night some time again. They invited you along and you agreed! A late night adventure it is! They might have an old-fashioned way of exorcising things, but they're geared with literal ghost hunting equipment! Chongyun once expressed resigned amusement when you eagerly waited for him to explain what all the whatchamacallits do, saying you remind him of a friend.

He also says that this duty is something that he must see through until graduation, for there really are spirits roaming around in the night that needs to be exorcised or appeased lest they cause trouble. He mentions that they are ancient souls that were defeated in a long forgotten war... ooh, shivers.

At nights when you get drowsy in the middle of your 'trips', he'd gladly sit with you somewhere and let you take a nap as he tells ghost stories (and about his other friends from other Hearths). Sometimes he'd even carry you back to the castle if it feels like you're going to sleep the whole night away. He won't be able to look at you in the eye without turning into a tomato the next morning, though!

“[N-Name]... ? I noticed that you were struggling in your subjects earlier... so, do you- um-! Will you let me help you? Only if you want to, of course, I'm not coming off as demanding am I? I really only want to help- I- I'm rambling!!”

Mika is such a sweet bean. You made the mistake of calling him as such and he became putty, unable to construct intelligible sentences and even glance you without squeaking.

He becomes a completely different person when it comes to learning, however, almost like he's possessed with a spirit of vigor! He's talented in all classes except for communication-centered ones... he tries his best, though!

Along with Ganyu and Layla, he asks to tutor you after noticing the struggle to catch up with the rest and looks utterly relieved when you accepted the offer. Eula teased him about it in your presence and he fainted, literally, so you had to take him to the campus infirmary. He woke up midway and when he realized that you were carrying him there... fainted again.

Seriously, you thought he has a weak heart! Kaeya couldn't stop laughing about it, much to sweet Mika's embarrassment. It's safer to actually let it happen than to come to his defense, Ayaka once did so and the blond could only malfunction further.

He hides away in the archives of the castle, busying himself with maps of Old Teyvat that he was so engrossed in and charting possible maps of the regions beyond by reading available information. Regardless if it's on paper or in his tablet, his works are guaranteed to have intricacies. It is an interesting thing that he does that you're in awe of. Now, if only you know more about him other than his love for such things... maybe he'll eventually open up?

You've asked about the whereabouts of your Hearthleader, but even your fellow hearthmates know little about her other than the fact that she's undergoing 'executive training' under the current Archon of Snezhnaya and won't be back until months later.

Everyone doesn't really get together like most hearths do, no special and fancy celebrations other than what is already tradition, like New Year's and Christmas. Not like it matters, for everybody already is close to one another even if it doesn't seem like it.

They all are present for every breakfast and dinner—and everyone even goes to campus together! They're such a sweet bunch, Eula comments that she'll have ants all over her what with the found family dynamic. Everyone knows she's just as glad, though.

... That is, if the Hearth is in order.

There will be a blizzard outside and everyone by the fireplace will be engaged in light banter, bundled in blankets.

“Hydro Seniors are at it again with Dendro, did you see them almost sparking another debate in the cafeteria?” “I certainly did. Ayaka, your brother has a sharp tongue when it comes down to it, doesn't he?” “Indeed... he doesn't intend to cause harm, however. In fact, I believe he fancies the academic rivalry that's proceeding.” “At least your brother doesn't mean any harm with it, unlike Kaeya who likes to pick up a fight with Ragnvindr... Eula, how are you not punishing him for this?” “Rosaria! Hey now! That's no fight. Diluc and I are merely having a wholehearted conversation.” “Even if I did, it's not like he'll stop. Leave him to it, vengeance will be served soon, anyway... ah, Ganyu, Shenhe, how are things going on your end?” “Certainly well! I've managed to work around the stress of so many papers so I had some decent sleep lately.” “But you were awake yesterday night until three in the morning? My nephew and I saw light in your room while going about the castle.” “Yes... we heard some grumbles, as well... we thought it was a spirit until we realized that it was just Ganyu fussing over her projects with Layla.” “S-Shenhe, Chongyun, shhh... !” “Lying won't work at all, you're caught red handed~” “It could not be helped! I was helping Mika research about something, too, so-!” “Ganyu, that was supposed to be a secret!” “Wow, I need some wine for this- hey, Kaeya!” “Everyone, tone down! I cannot believe you all started falling apart and [Name] hasn't even been here for a full week yet! Mark my words, vengeance will be-!” “Yes, yes, Master.” “Alberich... !”

— Diluc/Bennett/Thoma

“Hearth Pyro!”

Balls of fire spew from nonexistence, blistering with its heat that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with resolution—governed by cathexis.

Oddly enough, they aren't burning hot at all. The heat that it carries is tender, like the cozy warmth from a fireplace, it's utterly comforting. It very much feels as though you are being gazed upon by a kind sun.

A girl with pretty pink hair passes through the mirror to your left, nodding in what you can assume is content as she takes in your appearance. “[Surname] [Name], correct? I'm Yanfei, I'll be guiding you to our Hearth.”

“It's nice to meet you,” you return her nod as you walk closer, examining the mirror in great detail. It is coated in gold, with fragments and shards floating about in a bright scarlet glow.

“Same here!”

Rubies, maybe? Or firestones?

Catching the awe in your gaze, she giggles, proud. “Pretty, isn't it? Our Hearth is even prettier! Come, let's not keep them waiting any longer. Everyone's pretty excited that we're having someone new, you know?”

Ah, that's good to hear. It's comforting to know that they're all open to someone who has practically appeared out of the blue.

“Alright, then!” you return her smile, letting her go first before following shortly behind.

Warmth is the very first thing that welcomes you, tolerable and actually faint, like you're bundled in a blanket. The next thing, is a bright light that nearly blinds you had your eyes not adjusted.

A series of greetings are soon heard, all with varying levels of excitement.

Yanfei isn't kidding when she said that Hearth Pyro is really pretty. An extravagant, rustic-style mansion (goodness, you think it's even bigger than a mansion) stands before you. A column of arches draped with crystals line up to the front porch, with enormous trees bearing gold and scarlet leaves seen all about the place.

Also, was that a pheonix flying by just now? Alas, there is little time to be astounded, because you're hearing calls from all sorts of directions.

Your hearthmates' smiles are blinding (save for that well-composed man at the back and that twin-tailed girl's... devilish grin-) as they gather around, tugging you to the mansion as if you're someone they knew from long ago. Their cordial behavior is uplifting, you can't help but be put at ease.

Right then and there, you just know that there won't be any rainclouds over your head—not when everyone is a ray of sunshine. You didn't even think it was possible for so many friendly people to be in a single place! Is this what a good world looks like?

Hearth Pyro already feels like home. There is just something about it that carries such comfort. Not to mention, the hearthmembers' personalities. They even threw you a welcome party!

They are the friendliest out of all the Hearths and you aren't surprised. You also learn that they host most of the school events, serving as emcees and even mediators for clashing Hearths. Which, again, isn't surprising at all.

“Good morning. I take it that you had a good night's rest? Oh, I'm an early riser, I just got back from the campus, here are your papers. Don't be nervous to ask if you need help understanding something.”

Diluc Ragnvindr, he's the heir to a hefty inheritance and is the next company head of Dawn Winery in Mondstadt. Familiarity did not strike a chord until you heard his surname and you almost freaked out. His father has commissioned you once to bake the sweets for an event, how can you not know of the Ragnvindr name? Though you've never met the son- until now, that is.

He's just as surprised, but admits that he's heard of you from his father. Along with the reveal of his name comes with his reason for studying in Septem; despite already having his future set in stone, he has revealed that he plans to be high in the ranks of the Favonius Brigade, as well.

Thus, if he isn't occupied with studying or other affairs pertaining to the wine industry—he expressed distaste in wine itself, which is surprising—he can be found in the campus' or the Hearth's barracks. If that 'annoyance' in Hearth Cryo is around the campus, then he won't stay and linger there anymore. If he's nowhere to be seen, then best to assume that he's holed up in another extravagant meeting outside the Academy.

You do wonder how he's able to stay at topnotch shape despite having at least more than five responsibilities, though. And when he finds out, he just chuckles, saying that such stresses are necessary if he seeks to see the fulfillment of his objectives.

Since he is more than aware of the weight of stress, he's extra heedful of everyone, always saying not to push themselves and take a rest. It's become a part of his routine to give aid—knowing that you will not ask him for help even if you clearly need it—and make you your preferred beverage in the mornings.

“Oh shoot, [Name], I'm sorry-! Oh go- is it- is it that hot?! Heck, of course it is, wait here, I'll go get the med kit! Then I'll treat you to the cafeteria to make up for it!”

You knew that Hearth Pyro is too good to be true, you just knew that there had to be something—or in this case, someone—that counters the good. And that's, ladies and gentlemen, bad luck in the form of a poor student, Bennett.

When Amber once told you to watch yourself around Bennett because you may get hurt, you didn't believe her- how can a sunshine bring you harm?! Yes, you ate those words the moment he spilled the coffees he was carrying onto you.

It was a disaster at the table and it was only six in the morning! Luckily, no one was awoken by both of your screeching. You've never heard someone apologize so quickly after slamming his head unto the floor (how is he not bleeding from that!?). Quick to defuse the situation, you tell him it's alright, he can't control his bad luck.

He means well, you know it, so how can you hold a grudge and be petty? Such a poor sweetheart! He makes up for it by buying you snacks from the canteen whenever he can, sometimes even staying up to keep you company. Movies? Movies!

Bennett has a heart of gold and you admire how he keeps his head up in spite of his bad luck. He does not stop trying, does not stop dreaming. You told him this once and his face glowed as red as the Vision strapped to his belt bag, spluttering incoherent sentences one after the other until ultimately—accidentally—knocking your pencil case off the table and- well, there goes your papers, too...

“Hey there! You didn't come down for dinner, so we all assumed you were busy studying. I brought you your meal! Oh, and I had the same professor when I took that class, I'll get my notes for you real quick, okay?”

Thoma seems to have a lot of time available despite being a full-time student in the Hearth- how the heck does he manage keeping track of his straight A's while maintaining the dorm pristine?

The chores are meant to be divided so why does he do it all?! When confronted about it he laughs it all away and says that everyone should just focus on whatever it is they're doing and leave the work to him, which is unacceptable! So, to sweet Thoma's chagrin, Diluc took over the cooking with Xiangling, Yanfei and Hu Tao were in charge of handling written affairs, Xinyan and Bennett dusted away the furniture, whilst Yoimiya and Amber tended to everyone's equipment weekly. Dehya is in charge of ascertaining the extracurricular activities delegated by the Council (Celestia) for the Hearth.

Thoma said that it was fine, but everyone knew how much he appreciated it despite him reasoning that it felt much like he's sinning(!?)—which resulted to laughter. He learned to ask for help eventually, much to the relief of many.

That doesn't mean that he's let go of his tendency to try and take a step further when it comes to helping others, however. He pins his focus on you whenever possible and you're truly thankful! After helping you settle in the Hearth, he accompanied you to the Atelier, a place where you buy other essentials. He even treated you to dessert and insisted that you need not pay him back!

He's an angel and everyone concurs. Though rivalries between Hearths are ineludible, no one ever sought him out to a magic battle or anything of the like. All students tolerate—if not like—this man. Goodness, even the professors are fond of him, what's his secret?!

Hearth Pyro is in charge of Septem's ceremonies, be it from the hosting of Spring Festival or the Magical Cotillion that's held the night before New Year's, everything falls in their hands. This entails that they have full authority over the themes and games, a lovely specialty of those in the Hearth.

Sadly, because of this, there are very few instances where everyone can take a breather, for the academy has frequent celebrations. Even so, this does not dampen everyone's spirits, because who says planning can't be fun?

It may not be to some, but this is Hearth Pyro, fun is its core!

Besides, the Headmaster said that if there are any leftover mora from the budget, it can be used by the members of Hearth Pyro however they see fit. A kind of compensation for all the work, without a doubt.

And oh, where that money goes... (karaoke, field trips, weekend getaways, a special tour in the Ragnvindr's Winery!?)

Additionally, since everyone is working and planning in one place, the opportunity for a huge slumber party is thrown, solely for members of the Hearth only!

With a movie playing in the background and pizza boxes open, everyone bundled in duvets on the floor and typing plans, ah, what a night!

“December... ah, we've to arrange the Magical Cotillion, right? How d'ya suppose we go about the theme this time?” “Not yet, Xinyan! We have Winter Cradle to go through first. It's taking place at the 15th... ooooh, what shall we do to make this exciting. Maybe another ghost event~” “Ah, I completely forgot about that! It's a good thing that it only takes up three days compared to Spring Cradle... you have any ideas, Thoma?” “Oh, oh! What if we have every Hearth participate in a cooking competition? We can have outsiders as judges! Don't we need to raise something for charity as well?” “You're just using this opportunity to cook, aren't you.” “Diluc!” “Well, Xiangling's idea doesn't sound half-bad. I don't think we ever hosted a cooking competition... in December.” “Hahaaa! That's 'cause things like that fit more in the Summer! But hey, a lil' deviation won't hurt anyone now, would it? Besides, if Thoma's handlin' it then no one will argue!” “We can be mellow with the second game for the next day, then. How does Elemental Trace sound to you, Yanfei?” “Dehya... isn't that the free-for-all game where you have to hide your Hearth flag and Leader while the enemy tries to capture them both? Should we allow element-infused paintballs this time, Yanfei?” “H-Hold on, how is that mellow-!?” “I don't see a problem with this at all, Dehya, a great idea! Don't worry, Amber, Septem is far from being mellow, anyway! Now, for the appropriate punishments for the losing teams... Headmaster asked us to try and strengthen the Hearths' camaraderie with one another, yes?” “I don't like where this is going...” “Winning Hearth is exempted. Losing Hearths will pair themselves up and room together in each other's dorms for two weeks.” “This is going to result to chaos... If Dendro and Hydro end up pairing together...” “Well, all the more reason to win, don't you think? We can ask the twins for help this time, we should make it complicated, hm~”

— Venti/Kazuha/Xiao/Heizou/Scaramouche

“Hearth Anemo!”

Glowing feathers materialize from nonexistence, delicate with its descent that commemorates the arrival of another student blessed with ideals—governed by freedom.

You are unable to be in awe for much longer, for just as you are about to caress a feather that droops nearby, excited murmurs flood your hearing.

The Sustainer vanishes into red cubes after giving you an almost strained smile, followed by the rest of the cloaked figures that disappear through their respective mirrors after a bode of farewell and welcome. Well, one of the cloaked figures, a tall one with a molten gold Vision clipped at the front, rebukes.

“Do not tow the new student in your Hearth's knavery, let her focus.”

“Hey! Don't tell me what to do, I'll have you know, my Hearthmembers know when to behave!” responded the one that is now standing before you, huffing as the taller figure disappeared through his mirror.

You blink, stupefied. Ah, that was a warning and implication, wasn't it? Does it mean that the Hearth you've been sorted to often attracts trouble-?

“Hehe~ Hi there, [Name]!” wow, he has a beautiful set of eyes, “I'm Hearthleader Barbatos, but you can just call me Venti. I'm glad to have you as our newest addition!”

Venti is relentlessly shaking your hands with a bright grin. Although his visage leans more onto the cute side, with the way he winks at you, you're led to believe that he can be just as boyish if he wants to.

“Likewise,” you nod, unable to stave off the smile that tugs on your lips and he cheers. Immediately, he tugs you towards his mirror, one that emanated such a pleasant breeze that you can't help but sigh.

The Hearthleader catches onto this and puffs his chest out in pride with an even bigger grin than before, saying he's thankful that you liked the winds he's personally conjuring about. It's baffling, to suddenly know that he's been using his magic all along.

He laughs, his hand halfway through the mirror.

“Don't worry, I'll make sure you master the winds just as well, now, are you ready to go?”

You nod and he hums, taking a step inside. “Okay, you ready to fall out of the sky?”

“Yes— wait what-!?”

He pulls you inside, ignoring your demands for clarifications as he yells, “Here we go!”

Eyes snapped shut, your screams clash with his guffaws. Pride left forgotten, you cling onto your Hearthleader—as embarrassing as it is—as you both quite literally, fall out of the sky. The race of your heart drums in your ears as the wind envelops your freefall.

Upon Venti's insistence, you pry your eyes open and—woah. It doesn't even occur that you are still free-falling as you take in the breathtaking view; Hearth Anemo consists of large, floating islands, with the dorm itself standing on the biggest and central island.

The sky is the bluest shade there is, the clouds are as fluffy as cotton, and the cool wind never stops from breezing by—hold on, did a dragon just fly past?!

The sight of the entire place prevents you from noticing the hold your Hearthleader has on your waist, steady and gentle in your descent upon the lush, viridescent grass, where the rest of the hearthmembers wait. A kind blonde lady steadies you the moment your feet are on the ground, giving a lightly reprimanding look towards Venti, who only giggled.

With the way Jean—the Hearth Master—lectures him about your entry, you're led to believe that this is how everyone else is welcomed. An elfish thing to do, certainly, but you can't start to deny things—not when you learned to enjoy it. Albeit only in the last second.

The members of Hearth Anemo are... interesting. Aside from the ladies who are very well-mannered and decorous, the men, on the other hand... hm, is unique the word? They're a colorful, rowdy bunch, exhibiting lax with a touch of differing rascality.

“[Name]! [Name], what'cha doing- eh!? You're still studying? But you already passed your assignments, didn't you? Let's go do something, pleaaaaaaase! It's a Saturdayyyy!”

Most of the time, Venti does not act much like a Hearthleader, commonly found sprawled out on the sofa snoring away with his headset blaring music. He doesn't even make it into his room! By far, the most lenient out of all known leaders, as commented by Heizou.

Do not let it sway your belief that he's incapable of being earnest, though! He has his fair share of formidable moments, surfacing especially when it comes to matters regarding the nation he'll rule over soon, or when he seems to be reminiscing about something. It unsettles everyone—even Scaramouche—to a certain degree whenever it happens.

He may be high-spirited, but he's Menace #1. It is because of your dearly beloved Hearthleader that you grew paranoid enough to lock your bedroom door. The very morning after your welcome in the dorm, you wake up screaming because of a huge, huge dragon pushing his face to your window—courtesy of Venti, of course. It took only a matter of seconds for the rest of your hearthmates to scramble into your room, wielding questionable kitchen utensils from a whisk to a frying pan despite being half-asleep.

You cannot bring yourself to look at them in the eye because of embarrassment and Venti is just obnoxiously laughing away as if it's a daily occurrence! Sucrose shyly empathizes with you, saying that everyone practically went through the same thing and they've all forgotten to warn you about it last night.

Safe to say, you make sure to lock your room and windows after that, for though the Hearthleader manages to pull pranks even outside the safety of your room, you won't let him bother your sleep any longer! This results to him pawing the outside of your door as if he was a cat begging to be let in.

“The winds are lovely, aren't they? Their caress is comforting even in the eventide. Ah, yes, I can spend all afternoon basking here in solitude... feel free to stay, I do not mind at all.”

Whenever you feel stressed, burnt out, or just failing to be in the right spirits for the day, you seek Kazuha out. He just bears this kind of aura that doesn't fail to allay whatever weight is in your chest. Maybe it's the way he's always so at peace? Maybe his sweet smile?

He comes to you after the small party in honor of your arrival, ever so graciously asking if you'd allow him to help you settle in the dorms and with your studies. Why in Celestia's name is he so kind? Thus, for all that he has done, he has the honor of taking the first bite of the cake you made as thanks for everyone's pleasant welcome (all except for one).

Sucrose joins him in teaching you from time to time, and with their help, you easily manage to get a hang of the classes. Kazuha turns down your offer of payment each time, saying that it's only right for a fellow hearthmate to help another. Ugh, really!

When you aren't busy or being badgered by the rest of your hearthmates, he invites you to go out with him during the weekend, visiting his home nation whenever possible. He can't stick in one place, he says, so he finds the time to go out—it explains why if he's not helping you in your studies, then he might as well be deemed a missing person. Imagine your surprise when you find out that he likes taking naps in the middle of class, yet, his grades are excellent...

He's pretty old-fashioned, too, being all chivalrous and poetic you nearly thought he belonged in Hearth Hydro. You can't forget when he welcomed you in the dorm with a kiss to your knuckles. Kazuha is a sweet man, but with the way his eyes twinkled almost devilishly, you believe that he has his own hidden side of mischief.

“What are you doing out here at this hour? You need-... me? I don't need to tell you anything. Huh? You're a fool, sacrificing slumber just to what, stare at the moon? Wait, you... want me to join?”

He seems to dislike you, avoiding eye contact and sneering when you accidentally brush past him. This led to you steering clear, not liking the idea of burgeoning whatever enmity there is. It's not until you overhear Venti lecturing him about his 'rebarbative shyness' that you start assuming; maybe he's not that bad. Jean and Heizou backed this up, saying that Xiao does think nicely of you... only, he doesn't know how to express that.

You want to believe them, but it's hard when the student in question is glaring from across the breakfast table! Your muted tussle with him is peak entertainment for the rest in the Hearth, though. Scaramouche doesn't have the slightest bit of filter each time he laughs sardonically at the predicament—and that only worsened the glare on your person!? 〒▽〒??

Things change the night you wake up from a nightmare. Disfavoring the idea of heading back to sleep, you bundle yourself with a blanket and head out of the dorm into the comfort of the winds. You take the opportunity to walk around the entire Hearth, past the bridges connecting floating islands and mountains.

His presence surprises you as he, quite literally, jumps from the precipice of a mountain. The winds slowed and aided his descent, but holy smokes, how are his knees okay?! Your terrified expression causes him to scowl and... reprimand you for staying out so late? Huh? Is he concerned?

When he learns that you're awake because of nightmares, he grows silent, as if he can relate. His face turns pink when you invite him to stargaze as a way to pass the time. He vehemently refuses—but gives in after your silence, even lending you an earphone so you can listen to music! And so you both pass the night gazing at the night sky until you wake up to see the stupid grins of your hearthmates. Xiao may have avoided you out of embarrassment, but everything's good now, really!

“A trace of flour in your hair, an aroma of chocolate, hm, something tells me that you're quite an expert in baking sweets... oh, I'm right? Aha! But of course, my intuition never disappoints me. Say, will it be too much to ask you to bake something? I can help you out~”

He goes by the name of Shikanoin Heizou, but you know him as Menace #2. This man actively engages in pranks with Venti and is one of the main source of the Hearth's ensuing chaos, be it within the dorm itself or during competitions. He may not be a fan of physical confrontations, but he loves being subtle and 'harmless' when he messes around with other Hearths.

Contrary to his impish nature, he becomes pro-faced when he's in his specialized class, criminology. And in spite of still being a student, you hear that he has already made a name for himself outside the Academy. (Venti tells you that it's only because Heizou gets in the way of police officers, though.. and manages to catch the criminal before they can).

He's rather fearsome, what with his intuition and intellect. He gives off the impression of a slacker—and he does slack around, so how is it that he's still in the top of his specialized class, clashing with a silver-haired rival? Heizou once offered to teach you, with a price that he didn't bother elaborating on. Yeah, you didn't want to risk anything, so you turned it down, much to his laughter.

He, much like Venti, has a habit of dragging you around places for no reason. You're fine with it, until you both somehow ended up stumbling into a completely different mirror—and into Hearth Electro, where a silver-haired Master (is he that rival?) was a second away from enacting 'judgement' for crossing without notice.

To your complete horror, Heizou is only laughing as he tugs your wrist, dragging you along in your run/escape/hunt to find the portal that transports you back to the Paths Chamber. By the time you've both landed in the safety of the Hearth, he's still laughing. He promised to take over your chores for a week, though, so all's good and well. (Until he drags you somewhere again.)

“Winter Cradle begins weeks from now, it's a competition between Hearths, I expect you not to drag us down lest those pyromaniacs think up of some absurd punishment. Well? What're you gawing at? Move.”

Oh he hates you, alright—no, he despises you for sure! How do you know? Because when you came up to greet him during the welcome party, he sneered and told you to kindly [REDACTED] off and leave him the [REDACTED] alone, smiley face :)

You shouldn't feel too down though, assures Jean. 'Cause even if Scara 'hates' everyone, he'll learn to accept and 'tolerate' your presence in the Hearth. Yeah, you think it'll be a long time from now, so you try not to talk to him unless it's necessary.

Menace #3. Pushing people's buttons and riling them up must be his life mission, but unlike Heizou who doesn't mean any harm, this guy means it and is absolutely blunt when it comes to his comments (insults). He revels in seeing people pissed off and it has once led the Headmaster to confine the whole Hearth in their dorm for two weeks.

Though he butts head with Xiao a lot, it pales when he's up against that one ginger in Hearth Hydro. He'll be incessant with his goading and comments, but will stop when intercepted. When you went to stop him from picking a fight with Hearth Dendro's Buer—aka their Hearthleader—he only gave you a scowl before backing off. You received Jean and Venti's endless thanks afterward... and you end up being assigned as Menace #3's mediator slash personal 'i'm so sorry for him, he doesn't know what he's doing' speaker.

You don't realize that aside from some of the set rules in Septem and Hearth Anemo, he only listens to you—and Kazuha points it out during dinner. It isn't surprising to see Scara explode, but what catches everyone off-guard is seeing his red, red face. From then on, it isn't hard to notice how pink his cheeks go even if he's scowling at you. What's up with him?

Hearth Anemo has a tradition of spending time together. Happening at the end of each month, everyone will race around the whole Hearth, going through the main islands and the tiny other floating islets before leaping off the land and taking flight, sometimes crossing portals to other Hearths.

Sounds absurd? Well apparently, everyone has their own manner of 'flight' save for Heizou, Kazuha, and Jean (very swift runners), who channels Anemo on their feet so they can leap higher and jump from floating stones to another.

During your first race, Venti had you join him on the dragon during flight, alongside the runners whilst the rest fly along. Xiao and Scaramouche are arguing in mid air, whilst poor Sucrose and Faruzan—who are seated on a winged cube and prism—almost go deaf nearby.

It is incredibly relieving to just take to the skies and you saw the way everyone smiled—except for a certain someone—when you expressed determination to master the winds so you can fly alongside them next time.

“Hey, does anyone know where [Name] is? I've been searching for her all morning..” “Heh, maybe she's got enough of your face, Hearthleader. Didn't you wake her up with that dragon of yours again?” “Scaramouche, how awful of you to even assume such things! My dear hearthmember can't possibly be annoyed of me!” “No, I think he's right for once.” “Not you too, Xiao!” “U-um, if it helps... Master Jean and I saw her with the representatives in charge for finding the venue for the Magical Cotillion earlier..” “Hm, so she's with those from Hearth Pyro?” “No, Hearth Pyro is currently busy with Winter Cradle, so they asked some help in searching for a place-” “You guys! Kaveh just posted: #outwithnewstudent! #busydayahead #scoutingtonsofplaces #septemlife #alhaithambailedagain. She's with this Kaveh guy, the Ragnvindr, Hearthleader Morax, Mona, Cyno, and Alberich.” “Thank you for informing us, Heizou. What an odd line-up... so every Hearth has one representative. But I suppose it'll work out just fine since Kazuha went with her-” “Kazuha's with her!?” “What is with all this noise! I can't focus on my research if- hey, where are you all going? Woah-! Ah, Master Jean... they're all gone..” “... Well, since the boys left, it looks like you can focus on your work now.”

— Aether —Bonus: Lumine [Platonic]

“... Null.”

The reveal stuns the four in cloaks, whispers and murmurs arising that does little to satisfy your confusion. Null? Does this mean that...

In all its incadescent glory, the glow of your Vision remains a still white, obstinate and unchanging to other known seven colors. I don't have a place here?

“This is most surprising... who would've thought that we'll have another case like this?” concern blooms upon discerning the conflict in the Sustainer's voice, who then gazes at you imploringly.

“I would like to apologize, dear, but as you do not belong to any known Hearths, you will...”

You stiffen. Ah, I know that coming here was too good to be true.

“... Be living at the campus itself.”

Wait—

“Excuse me?” you splutter. “I thought that- doesn't null mean nothing? How can I ever... with this?”

The white Vision that holds no insignia of any element proceeds to pulse as though it is your heart. It draws in the rest of the cloaked figures, whose whispers entail something about 'twins' and with you as another addition to the cryptic 'element'.

It ignites a sense of hope inside. Are they implying that you aren't the only one granted with the blankness of a gift?

Almost like the fair woman is attuned with your train of thoughts, she places a hand on your shoulder. “Before your arrival, twin siblings have come to grace the Academy with a similar conundrum, and their Visions...”

You, along with the four figures, flinch at the way cracks litter across the case of the gift- until it bursts- and disappears as though it wasn't there in the first place.

“... Much like yours, shattered and vanished,” she then takes your hand and turns it over to view the rhombus mark that has just recently appeared. “Then in its stead, a marking of sorts came.”

A four pointed star luminescent with pinks, blues, and violets glow on your palm, bright and telling.

The Sustainer dismisses the group of four shortly as you marvel at the enchanting sight of the prism-like mark. It's beautiful.

Alone with the golden-eyed woman, she leads you out of the Paths Chamber and back into the halls, threading across the grand interior of the Academy. No one is around, but you seem to hear the faintest sound of little children singing—well, you think it belongs to children.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a handful of tiny creatures wobbling about with equally tiny hats and a fixed smile. However, they scurry to hide whenever you try to catch them.

Eventually, after passing the many, many sections of the campus and heading up several floors through a hidden staircase that only appears when you step onto it, you reach the peak of the Academy itself.

Who would've thought that a living space will be here? Despite technically being a loft—a large, beautiful one that stretches throughout the whole floor—it feels homely. If not for the blessing of sight, and if you relied on the atmosphere alone, you would've believed this to be the house you grew up in. Preoccupied with marveling over the place, the sound of the names being called flies past your ears.

Well, until the Sustainer is tapping your shoulder and you're turning to set your eyes upon twin siblings.

“Someone else is actually just like us! Glad to meet you, I'm Aether. It gets a little lonely around here, Lumine's getting sad 'cause she doesn't have anyone to speak to other than me because it's not permitted to sleep over at other dorms- hey, stop hitting me- but it's the truth!?”

Somehow, the range and utility of elements come to both siblings with relative ease, unlike you. For this very reason, Aether helps you out with learning how to get the hang of each of them. This carries on even after you're finally permitted to learn in the campus, and he becomes some kind of guard whenever someone makes you too uncomfortable. The attention of being able to wield seven elements is suffocating.

In a surprising turn of events, this guy actually has the guts to skip class. Not often, but he does so if he feels like the day is too 'bland' for his tastes. He still aces his exams, though. The twins appear like role model students, but do people know that they're sharing food in the middle of class? No!?

In potionology, a class he excels in, he concocts the best of brews with little to no side effects at all. For the fun of it, he sometimes brews a potion that somehow works as a meal—it's strange, but hey! You and Lumine are starting to live off of it when spending all-nighters, much to his utter concern. You both need actual food, not potions! o(≧口≦)o

Curses! You really thought that he's the sweetheart between the twins, but he has a devilish side to him, huh? He just adores waking you up in the morning in a bunch of ways. Once, he teasingly roused you from your sleep whilst being close to your face (you couldn't face him for hours), and one time, he sent you flying with Anemo!

Overlook his antics, however, then he really can be quite the sweetheart. Moments when you feel down, he'll give you a tub of ice cream. He goes out of his way to make sure you have the maximum amount of comfort in the 'dorm', and will not hesitate to help you with literally anything.

“I'm relieved to know that it isn't just us. Do you need help with something? You can count on me, Aether's a big dummy anyway. Let me tell you, he was just as bored as I am, he simply didn't want to admit it- hoh, so now you're hitting me!”

Although the dorm is spacious enough to accommodate the addition of another room, you bunk in with Lumine, to her excitement. Initially, you thought her to be mellow, but she's pretty high-spirited! The very night you arrived, you're both up so late in the early morning that if Aether hadn't barged in with a scolding session, it's a certainty that you wouldn't have slept at all.

It never deters either of you from doing it over and over, though. It has become so thrilling pretending to be asleep when Aether comes in to check if you're resting, and laughing silently when you get away with it. If you're lucky enough, you can even rope him in!

If Lumine manages to wake up early (a rare occurrence), she will save you from her brother's impish rousing. If not (an almost daily event) then you both can chase him for the sudden ice bath that woke you up and drenched you whole.

Lumine is the one to be a helping hand in your written studies, contrasting her twin, who guides you with your magic. She can be pretty strict, but all is well, for it's through her teaching that you are quickly able to have classes in the main campus.

She understands the stuffiness of being in the spotlight just as well as Aether does, so she diffuses any escalating situation that will stress you further, especially in class. Ah, and she is aware- more than aware of your escapades, how can she not? Ask her to join next time! (And so, three 'null' students are nowhere to be found in campus from time to time...)

The twins are pretty popular among the student body all because of their atypical ability and kindness. Now that there's a rumor about a third student being able to wield seven elements, oh dear.

They like to hold each of your hand as you go down for class, a very heartwarming sight for many. As the time folds on, however, you notice that Aether is giving some of the students a smug look... ah, one can only wonder why. (Lumine slaps her head and says that you're terribly dense.)

Leisure time with the twins is heavenly! You do all sorts of things, from movie marathons, to baking tons of desserts, playing video games, leaving the Academy for little trips- everything! Tight-knit as ever, mess with one, you mess with the two! So everyone knows not to, at all costs, get on their bad side...

During event games like the Seasonal Cradles in which it'll be dorms against dorms, you three have the luxury of either participating or sitting out. It's fun! You can't forget the Halloween event when Hu Tao and co approached to ask for help in scaring the students, ah yes, that was golden.

By the time a semester has passed by, these twins are knowing of everyone's warranted fascination about you. Quick, let one of them snip a photo of you three together and just post it in social media... nuh-uh, you're their precious dorm mate- uh, hearthmate, um- loftmate?? Be jelly, suckers!

You expected to be sorted to a Hearth, yes, but right now? You are perfectly fine and elated to be with the twins. Will not have it any other way!

“I think everyone's leaving for their homes this semester break?” “Mhm, what about it?” “Hooooo~ That means the whole campus and the Hearths are all for ourselves! Should we go have some fun?” “Lumine, I don't think we can just enter anyone's Hearth without permission. Plus, [Name]...” “Actually, I haven't seen any Hearths yet. I'd like to visit, but I don't want to intrude on anyone's business.. I don't know everyone as well as you two, either..” “Okay let's do it.” “Brother, I didn't know you can be this down bad for-” “We can also ask the Council for a gate pass so we can travel outside if we want to!” “Oh, that's a great idea!” “Quit ignoring me, you two!”

A lot can happen in the span of five years.

Your life at Septem Academy may have just begun, but with the way things kicked off at a great start, you’re relieved to say that maybe the adventure really is just beginning, as well.

Ah, but before all that, perhaps you first need to catch up on learning how to utilize your newfound magic.

a/n: so~ it's revealed that kaeya/albedo are exchange students from the distant college in Khaenri'ah! holy smokes, they came from so far :'))

also added a bonus hearth! well technically not a Hearth, since it's just Aether and Lumine- but there's MC now. they are referred to as nulls because of the plain white glow that they have on their chests (in this case, MC's hand) and the obvious lack of elemental sigil. still, they're op DSADASK

whenever i'll make more works for this particular au that will be tagged "m-septem", MC is always sorted similarly to the twins, as a 'null' student. unless stated otherwise, ofc! and boy i have a lot of scenarios for septem.

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bloodybreakupscene · 2 years

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-> 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒.

robin arellano x reader

-> you and robin are best friends (ft. finney) !!

-> basically a bunch of random 😜 scenarios of (y/n) and robin, this was inspired by @/deadghosy's post ab robin so go check out their headcannons please 🙏‼️

you were supposed to be on your way home but you wanted to stop at the store close to your school for some snacks. you walked up and down the aisles and made your way to the 'chips' section near the back of the store. being so absorbed in the music that was blasting in your ears you didn't even notice robin walking towards you. annoyed of your ignorance, he tackled you causing you to drop most of the items you were carrying.

"HEY!!"

"ROBIN WHAT THE HELL!?" you screamed, headphones falling off your head and onto your shoulders.

"you didn't see me." he explained, getting off of you. he pulled you up by your arm and you picked up the stuff that lay on the ground.

"anyway, how are ya'?" robin asked, like he didn't just throw you into the ground with his body.

"nothing much really, other than the fact that you BROKE MY BACK." you argued, putting your headphones back on your head while walking towards the register. robin followed behind you and thought about rolling his eyes to your dramatization of the situation.

"whatever, give me some of the chips you got." he asked, well, demanded.

"hm, i'll think about it."

"please?"

"i guess. you can have one." you rolled your eyes and gave him one chip from the lays bag you had. he blinked at you and then at the one chip you had in your hand. he was so close to punching you in your arm but before that you laughed and gave him the whole bag.

"i'm joking, you looked so heartbroken."

"i was." he responded almost sassily.

—

you and robin sat at the lunch table together, not conversing but just relaxing in each other's presence while eating. you invited a girl from your english class to sit with you guys and she wondered why you two weren't talking to each other. she looked at you worriedly, and scooted next to you.

"are you and your boyfriend fighting?" she asked, concern lacing her voice, you almost choked on the sandwich you were eating.

"he's not my boyfriend." you gagged in disgust.

"i'm not?" he joked, holding his hand over his heart.

"oh." she said, embarrassed.

"you're fine, people say that all the time." you laughed.

—

you waited outside of the boy’s bathroom because robin needed to do something, you weren’t really sure but he sounded serious. you heard him talking with some other guy and wondered what was going on, standing up from your spot when you saw them walk out.

“you better tell me if they fuck with you again.”

the other boy nodded in response to robin’s request. he had curly brown hair and wore a blue shirt with a darker blue jacket over it. he stood stiffly beside robin while occasionally taking glances at you. also standing next to robin, you debated just walking away because of how uncomfortable he looked.

“oh, (y/n), this is finn. finn, (y/n).”

“hey.” you greeted, trying to sound nice as to not make finney more awkward.

“hi.” he answered quietly.

“well, uh, i’ll see you guys around.” finn said, walking away from the both of you.

“so you’re gonna replace me with him, huh.” you accused jokingly, walking away as well.

“huh—? of course not.” he rolled his eyes, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“yeah you are, getting bored of me already?” you faked sniffled, rubbing at a nonexistent tear in your eye.

“don’t even.”

—

"here's the answers for the test you had to retake, i got a 100% so you can use it as a reference if you want," you said, handing him a sheet of paper. robin was sick for the past two days and unfortunately missed a math test the day he was gone.

he unfolded the math sheet and quickly skimmed through the paper, "DUDE. like actually thank you so much, this means a lot." he cheered, giving you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. you laughed at the display of affection and wiped the kiss that was placed on the side of your face.

you didn't think much of it until robin put you in a headlock.

"HUH? WHY'D YOU DO THAT? DO YOU THINK I'M GROSS OR SOMETHING?"

"HOLY SHIT, DUDE CHILL OUT."

he let go of your head after a few minutes and watched as you attempted to adjust your clothes correctly. you both walked out of the library, the bright sun blinding the both of you.

"you're so weird actually." you punched his arm, causing him to shift to the side slightly. he did not let that slide and shoved you with his shoulder, causing you to do the same thing back, and vice versa. you got tired of it and threw your backpack at his head.

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Haze

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb… read drunk off you before this part!

warnings: slight slight smut, mentions of sex, tattoos, mentions of taking drugs (not actually taking any),

“Holy fuck,” you let out in a half moan. You let a giggle escape at just how high you feel without even having to do any drugs. Your breath is almost nonexistent, your vision is still kind of blurry. Your body is spread out on your bed, you’re covered in sweat and cum, and when you turn your head to look at mat, he’s in the same satiated state.

After your fun sex-capades in your kitchen this morning, mat brought you back to your room where you both took an effective nap. Effective because when the two of you woke up an hour later, you were ready to jump each other’s bones again, and that’s what you both did.

Your bedsheets are a mess, but it’s a mess you’re not bothered to worry about. You just let your body come back down to earth as well as enjoying the little kisses mat leaves in random places. Mat props himself up on his elbow so that he’s sideways but facing you. He lets his fingers travel over the soft lines of your abs and up the valleys of your chest. His contact sends shivers down your spine, slowly making your hips arch up, your pussy searching for his touch. Before you can get too excited, you turn so that you’re laying on your stomach with your arms folded under your head that’s facing towards mat.

“You’re so soft,” mat muses as he traces the curve of your spine so delicately, it’s like a feather brushing against your skin. You only smile in response, you’re kind of shy because this man just saw you naked and you’re finally realizing the seriousness of it all. Mat continues to stroke your skin whether it be on your back, your arms, or your face. He seems to take his time when he lands on your tattoos, wanting to memorize them. His wandering fingers don’t last long. Soon he’s pulling you into him so that you’re almost fully on top of him, legs tangled and your head resting on his chest. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, leaving slow kisses there.

You both are out of the covers- the atmosphere too hot to be covered by anything else besides each other.

“I didn’t notice how many tattoos you had,” mat breaks the silence.

Sometimes you forgot that you had tattoos, and you hadn’t really showed them to mat. The only ones he’s seen are the ones that are in noticeable areas, but today he got to see every single one.

“Mmm yeah. I forget I have some that are hiding,” you murmur.

“What’s your favorite?”

“My cherries,” you guide his attention to the back of your neck by moving your hair away from the area. You feel the tip of his finger follow along the lines of the tattoo. The cherry tattoo wasn’t new to mat, he knew it all too well. Most times he’d kiss the back of your neck, on the tattoo, in greeting or just a simple show of affection.

“Typical,” mat teases, knowing the love or appreciation you have for cherries. You had a couple cherry decorations in your apartment, an unending stock of cherries in your fridge, and his favorite: multiple cherry themed panties. You give him a light shove and roll your eyes, and the giggle you let out is music to his ears.

“What’s your favorite?” You ask.

“Divine feminine,” he replies with no hesitation. You shiver at the feeling of his hand, once again, tracing each letter of the little phrase tattooed on your back.

Your only response is a kiss on his lips.

“I didn’t know models were allowed to have tattoos.”

“Yeah… it makes it a little harder to land a gig, and the makeup artists have to spend more time covering them up, but I’ve been lucky with everyone I work with in regards to them not having a problem with my ink,” you explain.

“That’s because you’re phenomenal,” he slides from under you so that he lays almost completely over you, leaving you a kiss on your cheek.

“And incredibly beautiful,” another kiss to your cheek.

You turn your head so you can kiss him on the lips, your smile interrupting the lip lock. He moves his lips back to your cheek, leaving kiss after kiss there. You start to feel him lightly sucking on the skin, and it makes you giggle.

“Maty, you better not leave me a hickey on my cheek,” you groan in faux annoyance.

“I’m not,” he swears.

“I love you, barzy,” you tell him, staring deep into his eyes with your hand in his hair, massaging his scalp.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, fully on top of you now, and even though he is heavy, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you. I can’t believe I can finally tell you that- whenever I want. I swear I felt it as soon as I met you, and I know that sounds crazy and maybe weird, but it’s true,” he whispers into your skin.

It wasn’t weird, you felt it too. Now, you’re just glad that you both can express those overwhelming feelings freely.

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boundinparchment · 1 year

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXV

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Chapters to be added as they come out. On AO3 here. Warning: this chapter contains references to previous ab*se (read as s*xual), as well as general vague hints at s*xual activity. If you find yourself uncomfortable, skip this chapter and come back when Chapter 26 is out.

Your mind was a little less pliable now that he had given a counter-drug to the anesthesia. Memories and thoughts were labyrinthine in both contents and the way they presented themselves. A natural defense mechanism. Some were shattered, reflecting and refracting Zandik's own visage rather than the scenes they should have been playing. Were these modified, purposefully broken?

Zandik trekked through the maze of crystalline surfaces easily enough, despite your mind's attempts to protect itself. Was it your shared bond that allowed him to walk through your memories as though he was simply hiking through the Avidiya Forest? Or were you worn down, too busy protecting other parts of yourself? Had Omega simply left all of the channels open, confident he would be the sole occupant of the space?

All were possible. What a shame it could not be isolated.

Perhaps there would be a time and a place for such a thing. After all of this.

He was getting ahead of himself, though. It would be best to ensure your mind was, relatively, in one piece first.

Omega said he could make better use of the soulmate bond, or so he arrogantly claimed. Zandik relied so heavily on himself and only himself that of course his best Segment would hold the same sentiment about its own existence and brilliance. Only his perspective was correct, and inevitably, everyone else would see that truth. That his own experiences were, in fact, universal.

Even you knew the cruelty of this world, the way it preyed upon those who were weaker, who did not seek to understand, to know, who did not dare to change. The way you spoke of your patron in your last shared dream came back to him with haunting clarity. Your comparison of talented individuals kept and shown off almost like prized livestock was strikingly different to your initial mention of private patronage.

Zandik reached out a gloved hand and brushed the smooth surface. A scene played out for a split second and then disappeared. The same occurred with another fragment, although instead it displayed a moment that was different than the one before.

Each fragment held only a portion of the whole picture. It stood to reason, then…

The Harbinger arranged the shards back into what seemed to be their full vision but it remained incomplete. Several parts were missing and yet there were no remnants nearby, no remainders to attempt to slide into place. Now that enough data was assembled, the memory played on a loop.

He saw you, young and vibrant and naive, left behind during a game of hide and seek. The landscape was familiar, the grass a little more blue than green; Fontaine’s countryside across the river from Sumeru. He’d been there before.

You were alone, wandering until you finally returned to the chateau just around dinner, berated for worrying everyone.

It skipped in portions, jumping from one part to the next with no context. But clearly, those nonexistent sections were important. The entire afternoon was missing.

As Zandik continued on, he noticed only some of the memories were fractured, which only further emphasized the missing portions. Either the whole memories were of no great significance or they hadn't been found. And it soon became crystal clear from the other memories he skimmed his fingers over, as one did to a dusty surface uncovering the smooth lacquer beneath, that it was much more the latter.

When it came to your actual foundational education, you surpassed everyone. Friendships were shallow, partnerships on compositions at best, and you filled the space with skill, with drive. Nights he would have spent pouring over books and diagrams and mechanical parts, you spent teaching yourself difficult pieces, drafting your own compositions. Musical notation and the echoes of your strings were your constant companions.

He could feel his pulse race at your playing, mere echoes to what you would eventually be able to do. Even then, you were capable of drawing reactions from audiences. Not even fully fledged in your passion and skills and already it was as though your cello was made of his (almost non-existent) heartstrings.

As you grew older, you learned titles and flattery, as expected of you. You needed to win over potential sponsors and Fontaine’s social structure was, at best, nothing but a game on the surface.

At its worst, it made his own experiments look tame.

Such a world was Pantalone’s realm more than his own. Zandik, by comparison, preferred the neutral ground of knowledge and the power that came with it. Power over people was intriguing only insofar as it achieved beneficial results. Zandik cared little for the ego and position of others.

He found some of his best subjects from situations born of a corrupted power structure. People that were so desperate to be free that his presence, that of the Second Harbinger known for nothing more than his disregard for humanity itself, was a blessing.

Just because he knew did not mean the rest of your subconscious was tame to experience, however.

Zandik swallowed, willing away the sickeningly tight tug from his chest down to his stomach. Your patron was a poor actor, his efforts barely disguised, and his servants more than willing to turn a blind eye. Your passion was interrupted, practices ruined when your concentration was broken from wandering hands pretending to play at flattery. If you did not do as he asked, you played for hours non-stop, fingers cracked and joints locking up. More than once, you found your instrument in ruins only to have to bring it to the very person who broke it and beg for an advance on your stipend to get it fixed.

Of all the things you did mention…

But why would you have said anything about such experiences? He certainly never mentioned the stonings, the pitchforks, the beatings, let alone his own status and the power he held now (although you'd forced his hand on the latter). None of it mattered, anyway.

Why would you ever have wanted to think about any of this again?

Not to mention, these memories were whole, completely untouched and unbroken. Omega likely hadn't seen them. But given how long you'd been under, it was only a matter of time.

In another scene, he watched you, toes in the tide, your gaze far off in the distance. In one hand, a letter that held your freedom; at your feet, a glimmer of gold shining in the sparkling water. You bent down to pick it up and only seemed more resolved, knuckles white as you gripped the golden stone housed in Fontaine's signature swirls of raging waves.

A Vision wasn't required for a soulmate bond. That much he knew. Plenty of people who weren't allogenes received a soulmate. The supposed Blessing was not mutual exclusive.

You stood up to your patron, carved your own path, all without raising a weapon or using your Vision beyond absolute necessity. You sold your compositions but continued in the orchestra, part of a group and yet never truly assimilated. An ache, dull and familiar, sat in his chest. The passionate and the driven were doomed to always be just on the outside, never truly part of the world that they poured themselves into. Even now, within a group that was, ideally, as close to home as one such as either of you could have, it was almost impossible to truly belong.

All of this did beg the question of when, for you, the Celestial bond began. For surely if this had happened after you began dream-sharing, you would have mentioned it. He would have noticed. His observation skills were second to none.

Dreams were unheard of in Sumeru, for those who hailed from the nation post-Cataclysm. He'd never experienced such a thing, not until you. Which meant the conditions needed to be right for both of the individuals involved, not just one. He'd long been Second Harbinger, created Segments of himself to preserve his perspectives, set up dominos in a game that no one else could begin to comprehend.

It stood to reason that it was only when you'd begun to start your own path that Celestia saw fit to intervene. The Divine was cruel that way.

The shattered memories began to create a pattern as Zandik kept going; they were innocuous points in your timeline but imperative nonetheless. Omega was nowhere to be found in your memory banks.

But he'd been here.

Splicing together memories, leaving holes in others. He was applying a technique used with pruning branches of Irminsul and splicing them into different timelines; an experiment that had been done simply to see if it could be done at all. That technique was, of course, from before Zandik realized there was a better way that preserved the past path and provided more opportunity. Forking was far more beneficial, although to some extent he did refine as he went.

Strong-willed through you were, there was only one of you and you were not a strong combatant by any means. Zandik clenched his fist, remember how poorly his first few Segments had gone, how he'd overloaded his own being and his own memory banks and—

His feet walked a path of their own accord and it wasn't long before he found the augmented memories, found you. Or rather, found the dreams in which you were confined. Omega had woven a tapestry of a life together, started as children (founded on a lie; he was centuries too old for this to be the truth), based on what seemed to be coincidence.

Green eyes as verdant as the fauna he so often hid behind as a child watched you, took advantage of stolen time. Cryptic hints that nudged the parts of your brain to remember. Such interference cracked the foundation of the dream as you noticed subtle but true differences.

Of course, you would. You were detail-oriented, incredibly so. You had no use for the youngest Archon; you were the one who barely touched your own Vision, who made something of yourself without the help of the Gods. If anything, the little sapling should fear you.

It was no surprise to see Omega attempt and fail to wear a guise that didn't suit him. In no time, his faults (Zandik's own faults, the original reminded himself), slipped through the seams. Zandik felt the tremors in his fingers long before he recognized the expressions you began to wear again as Omega's selfishness took root. You bore the bruises, the touches, the supposed ecstasy, with a fractured bliss that never reached your eyes.

What did he care? Why should he care for you?

You, who were the secondary reminder of the shackles he wore, were far greater than any pitiful Archon. Especially the one who would never be acknowledged by her own Nation.

You, who did not think twice about following a Harbinger despite the shock his presence brought to the library. It was you that demanded to know where you stood and what position he held, understanding the bigger picture of the role thrust upon you. You lacked physical strength, you lacked almost everything that made a good warrior and fighter, but you never wanted to be one, did you?

You, who plucked and placed and played notes that meant nothing and yet somehow managed to make them filled with everything all at once.

You, you, you…

The sight of you, cradled—no, smothered—by Omega, faded as he pulled himself out of the neural network and the small Akademiya space came back into focus again. He couldn't afford to cause an emotional anomaly for you that would present itself on the scans and he couldn't stand the way his body reacted to Omega's treatment of you.

Funny, how he could so easily push this aside usually for anything else. But you were a thorn in his side, a presence he could never be rid of, a soothing melody that quieted all parts of him…

Zandik reached out and unclasped his mask, placing it on the table with all the other paraphernalia he no longer needed. The bottles and needles were as pointless as the face covering. The tiny part of him that held out hope, a consistency across every single fork of himself he ever created, burned in agony as it reminded him that you were stronger than anyone gave you credit for. That did not mean you deserved any part of this or that you should have had to endure it again (let alone once).

There was no going back to before. He could not undo this. He could not fix this, not easily, and certainly not in an instant.

But if someone like him had to be given a soulmate, it would not be someone with a weak will or weak heart. You were neither.

Between the drug he'd given you and the blasted Archon's interference, you had the tools and the knowledge you needed. You would wake of your own accord. It was only a matter of time.

_____________________

Perhaps you aren’t so useless after all, Zandik…

Omega chuckled to himself as he redirected a tiny amount of processing power while ensuring he maintained and occupied the dream. The wonderful part of being mostly machine was, in fact, the almost limitless capacity to accomplish numerous tasks at once. As long as he diverted resources appropriately, he could make the most efficient use of his faculties and manage a maintenance schedule that wasn’t disastrous. Something the younger Segments had no concept of.

Something that Prime had perfected himself.

Did you know, perhaps, that your beloved was no longer entirely human? Few did. Omega doubted that you knew at all, considering you never knew his true name before now.

His master thought he was being stealthy and if Omega had been occupied with the Sages, he likely wouldn’t have noticed the crawling sensation at all. He could always feel the other Segments and Prime himself, whether in the form of a thought that wasn’t necessarily his own or akin to a limb that was no longer there. Prime experienced something similar on the other end, or so Omega knew, given he was the closest to Prime in both likeness, mentality, and memory.

Nothing about the strange wave of emotion that passed through the private Akasha network was stealthy. His chest constricted and his stomach twisted itself in a way that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Such sensations were foreign to a person, to a machine, such as himself. They weren’t his to experience but they rippled through him all the same.

Prime hadn’t started with his emotions first; in fact, his memories and emotions were the two things he never augmented despite the anguish they seemed to bring. A poor decision.

Almost as poor as not taking what Celestia laid out for him in both power and connection.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #genshin impact dottore #dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #soulmate au #tw: dark #cw: dark content

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pagesoflauren · 2 years

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House of Stone (3/5)

professor!Andy Barber x student!single mom!reader

Premise: Spin-off/sequel to Wooden Façade; Settling into his new life as a bachelor, Andy is helping his brother Ari prepare for his wedding to their mother’s former nurse. Between wedding planning and teaching, you enter his life and your eccentric one-year-old daughter catches his attention.

Warnings: mentions of sudden death, divorce, familial conflicts, spousal conflicts, pregnancy, and Parkinson’s disease; Laurie Barber slander; teacher-student friendship; romantic/sexual tension; awkward and cringey moments; blindsiding siblings (Ari and Bunny are menaces to Andy); Andy wears glasses and is a hot professor

A/N: Important to note that the events of Defending Jacob do not occur before, during, or after this series. Andy and Laurie are divorced and Jacob lives with Laurie.

Thank you as always to @eightcevanscentral

Read Wooden Façade here

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By March, the spring semester is halfway through. With each passing day, you find yourself closer to the finish line, closer to graduation day. Closer to nights with Ivy, and closer to…

Your laptop chimes, startling you from the drowsiness making your eyelids heavy as you try to catch up on readings.

It’s an email from Andy, clearing up your confusion about a policy he lectured on last week.

You smiled, sending him a quick thank-you email.

He replies once more:

No worries. It’s late, you should get to bed. Goodnight, mama bear. Hope baby bear’s well. - AB

It was strange how being on a first-name/nickname basis with your professor changed the dynamic between the two of you so much. There wasn’t a need to be so proper when you emailed or spoke privately. You didn’t feel the need to stand on ceremony or control your reactions. When he cracked the occasional joke during class, you laughed freely, and he always looked right at you.

He checked in on you and Ivy more often, making himself available to meet with you to help with assignments at your convenience. It made things easier, alleviating the stress of needing to bend over backward to make meetings with professors on their schedules. Instead, you were able to find more of a balance between being a parent and being a student.

There was a part of you that couldn’t deny the giddiness that came with the new evolution of your interactions with Andy. You hoped it wasn’t just him being accommodating or kind; you hoped there was something more, something he recognized and felt too.

You knew it was silly to think that way. There was a clear line and neither of you have really crossed it. The closest instance of that was at your friend’s wedding in December when you danced with him. He got a little close, but nothing you felt was violating or uncomfortable. It felt…nice. Good, even, to be so near to him.

You liked the way he held your body in his hands. In the chaotic haze of your double life, you found yourself stabilized and almost carefree until Ivy cried. Even then, when you heard her, you weren’t so frazzled and worried as you had been in previous instances where you felt like you had to rush to her.

Sighing, you knew you could go on until 6 AM with these thoughts, your mind running towards a nonexistent finish line. You may never get answers to your ruminations. Or, if you do get answers, they may be the ones you don’t want.

It could all mean nothing to him. He could be doing this with no afterthought about you; something platonic to help you until you can fully stand on your feet as a paralegal.

Deciding to fully put your thoughts to rest, you shake your head and close your laptop, turn off the lights, and head to bed.

- - - – -

“Have a seat, Barber.”

Making himself comfortable on the chair in front of the dean’s desk, smoothing out his tie.

“What’s this about, Desdimone?”

“I’ll get straight to the point since you have a class in an hour; the university’s IT security team randomly audits professor’s emails to make sure everyone’s adhering to policies. HIPAA, appropriate behavior, you know the drill.”

Andy furrows his brows. “I don’t think I was aware of this.”

“It was in the contract you signed when we hired you and mentioned in your IT training during orientation when we onboarded you.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he realizes he has no leg to stand on to argue and decides to get to the root of the issue. Though he can probably guess which emails have called him into question, he feigns ignorance. “So, I assume there’s a problem with my emails?”

Dean Desdimone pulls out a folder and places two pieces of paper on the desk. “They were audited this past week. These are the emails we found between you and one of your students.”

When Andy leans forward to read them, he spots your school email address at the top of the pages.

“You call her ‘mama bear’ and mention a ‘baby bear,’” Desdimone states in a matter-of-fact tone. “Care to explain?”

Andy sighs and relaxes in his chair; it’ll be easy to get out of this one.

“Miss Y/L/N is a single mom. I call her ‘mama bear’ and her daughter ‘baby bear.’ It’s just me acknowledging that.”

“Do you think it’s appropriate?”

“There’s nothing more to it than that. As you can see, everything we talk about is strictly school-related. Any discussion about her daughter is only as it pertains to her being able to attend classes or counseling meetings with me.”

Desdimone leans back himself, pondering his responses for a moment. He taps his fingers twice, not looking convinced.

“Come on, Desdimone, you know me. I’d never do anything like what you’re suggesting.”

The dean shakes his head. “I know you’re a good lawyer, Barber, and this university is lucky to have you because of that, but that’s about it. I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if this continues, then I’ll have to take action and remove her from your class.”

Pursuing his lips, Andy agrees.

With that, he’s dismissed from the meeting, face flushing when he thinks about how just two weeks ago, he let another nickname for you slip.

He couldn’t help it. You’re soft, so sweet and he just wants to hold you all the time, like a teddy bear.

He remembers the anxiety that settled in his chest as he sent the email calling you that for the first time.

It’s no problem, Teddy. Goodnight. - AB

He was mortified, but you didn’t seem to be bothered.

It was dumb luck that he was audited this week and not last week; he needed to be more careful.

- - - - -

As students filed in for his evening class, Andy did his usual routine: busying himself at the podium with organizing his notes, making sure his bottle of water is filled, cleaning his glasses, and checking for last-minute absences in his inbox. He responded to students that greeted him on their way in but noticed something was missing.

Or rather, someone.

As his alarm beeped to signal the beginning of class, you hadn’t greeted him yet.

Pressing his glasses up his nose, he looks up to the third row of the center section, the second seat from the left.

It’s empty. You’re not there.

He looks at his inbox one more time, hitting the refresh button. There’s no email from you saying you’ll be late or missing class.

“Um…um,” he stammers, trying to find the words. “Let’s-let’s wait another five minutes before we start, just in case anyone else needs to trickle in.”

He feels like a fool saying that; despite giving you most of his attention, he knows what a full class for this evening time slot looks like: it looks exactly like the clustered arrangement of students in front of him.

But you not being there was enough to make it all look so empty.

He watches the door. He waits for his laptop to chime. He waits for his phone to ring; you never call, but maybe you will this time.

Five minutes pass, and he has no choice. Clearing his throat, he clicks to the first slide. “Let’s get started.”

- - -

As the last of his students exit the lecture hall, Andy’s worry escalates.

You never miss class. You never miss an opportunity to communicate what’s going on with you and Ivy. Whatever’s going on, it must be an emergency.

He begins to type on his laptop before halting suddenly and looking up at the end of the lecture hall. There, perched in the center of the ceiling behind the projection screen, is a camera. There are two others in the corners.

He can’t do this here. As he packs his things, he realizes he can’t do it anywhere in the school building. He’s been audited already, and with the meeting with the dean earlier, he suspects there’s already a red flag on his shoulder.

Deciding to not take any chances, he walks to his car and gets in. Opening his laptop again, Andy disconnects from the school wifi and uses the hot spot on his phone to get onto the internet, using a private window. It feels odd to have access to the information he’s looking for as he clicks through the university database, finding your name and phone number.

Looking around in the empty parking lot, he dials and brings his phone to his ear, listening to it ring and waiting for you to pick up.

“Andy?” you ask on the other side.

He clears his throat, “Hi, yeah. How’d you know it was me?”

“I…the phones do that now. With the Caller ID.”

“Oh, oh, right…” he trails off, feeling like an idiot. He changes the subject quickly, “I just wanted to check on you. You…you weren’t in class.”

“Yeah, um,” you begin. He hears a sharp inhale and your voice comes shakily as you continue, “I’m fine. Um, there’s just been a situation…with Ivy.”

His heart nearly stops. “Is everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “She’s good. Safe.”

“Teddy…” Andy’s voice comes out like a warning, sensing there’s more that you’re not telling him. “What happened?”

You begin to sob, harsh breaths sounding like static in his ear. “I-I can’t talk about it, it’s hard.”

Closing his eyes, his heart squeezes and he knows he’d be risking a lot by offering, but he offers anyway. It’s almost instinctive; whatever’s hurting you, he needs to help somehow. “Do you want me to come over? Maybe I can help?”

You huff a little. “I think it’s a bit above your pay grade as a professor. It’s not much of a university matter.”

“If there’s anything I can do, I’m happy to do it. You know that. Anything.”

You’re quiet for a few moments. He pulls the phone back to see if the call is still going. Placing the phone back on his ear, he says your name.

You give him the address before hanging up. Starting his car, he drives over without a second thought.

Knocking on the door of your apartment, he’s barely begun to retract his hand before you open the door.

“Hey, come in,” you say, stepping aside and allowing him to enter. He can see how you’re still trying to put up a front, smiling while your eyes are red and swollen.

Shutting the door behind you, you offer him something to eat or drink.

“No, thank you,” he shakes his head, looking around at the small space you and Ivy call home. The kitchen lights are on, but there aren’t any dishes in the sink. “Have you eaten?”

He turns as he asks the question, facing you. You look guilty as you shake your head.

Andy walks into the kitchen, opening the different cupboards and cabinets before finding an appropriate pot. He goes through the drawers next, putting up a slotted cooking spoon and setting it on the counter. He fills the pot with water and puts it on the stove before turning on the fire.

“What are you doing?”

He opens the pantry door and scans the shelves. He pulls out a box of mac and cheese, salt, pepper, and a jar of pesto sauce.

“I’m making you dinner,” he answers, opening the fridge and taking out butter and milk.

He also grabs the neck of a bottle of wine, setting it on the counter and rifling through the cupboards again to find a pair of wine glasses.

Unstopping the bottle, he pours one for himself and one for you, far more generous than his own. He turns and offers you the glass.

You give him a sad smile, walking over and taking it by the stem. Clinking it against his, you both take a sip as the water heats up.

“Thank you,” you sigh after you swallow, leaning against the tiny island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Not a problem,” he smiles, placing his glass on the counter. Gripping the edges of the worktop, he leans back and looks at you. “So, what’s wrong?”

Pursing your lips, you take another sip before you answer. “It’s Troy–Ivy’s dad. It’s his parents; her grandparents.”

You move around the island and stand at the dining table, looking through a stack of papers. Up until now, Andy had thought they were just school documents. Now, giving them a good look and seeing the manila envelope with your name and address, he knows something more nefarious is at play. When you find the paper you’re looking for, you read it, then hand it to him with watery eyes.

Andy reads the top of the document and his heart drops.

“They’re making a play for custody of Ivy,” you tell him, your voice trembling as you wipe your tears. “They…they did this last year when she was born.”

“What do you mean?”

“They didn’t want anything to do with us when I was pregnant, especially after Troy died. But then, when they found out she was born, they were coming over every day.”

You laugh bitterly, looking up to the ceiling and shaking your head as if chastising yourself for being so foolish. “I thought…I thought I wasn’t alone anymore. I had Ivy, I had my aunt and my cousin, I had them.”

Andy dreads the “but…” that’s coming.

“They hung around for a week, and at the end, they said they were going back home. I thought they were coming around to say goodbye, but they brought boxes and tried to pack Ivy’s things. When I asked what they were doing, they asked me to give her to them. And I know grief can make people do crazy things, but asking a mother who just gave birth to give her baby to you? That really takes the cake. Because fuck me, right? Just forget the fact that I’m the woman who carried her for nine months and pushed her out of my vagina–”

You stop suddenly, seeming to catch yourself.

“Sorry, I just…” you begin to sob, “I’m so angry and I have no chance against them. They’re trying to claim custody and I would give it to them partially, but they were awful.”

You pause, pressing your hands to your face; Andy suspects the memories are replaying in your head.

“I lost Troy, too. And I think they’re only doing this because his birthday passed two weeks ago. They don’t know her. They don’t care about her. If they did, they would’ve been around, they would’ve been helping me this whole time. They wouldn’t have left me alone. They only care about salvaging whatever pieces of their son they can get and–”

You break down, hunching over and bursting into tears. Pushing off the counter, Andy wraps his arms around you, bringing you into his chest. You tremble in his hold but he keeps you secure against him, murmuring “It’s okay,” over and over again. Maybe it doesn’t feel that way, maybe it’s a bad choice of words, but he wants to do everything he can to make it okay.

There’s a pause in your sobbing and you pull back slightly to wipe your cheeks before leaning your head against his chest.

“I can’t lose her, Andy,” you mumble. “I don’t trust them, who knows what they’ve claimed to their lawyer? I have nothing, and if they take Ivy, I’ll have no one–”

He shushes you, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and stroking your hair. “Don’t worry,” he tells you, “You have me.”

- - -

Andy smiled bashfully as you complimented his genius in adding pesto to boxed mac and cheese. He made a point to clear the dining table of any pieces of paper to help you forget the court case for the time being.

“Thank you for this,” you tell him. “You didn’t have to. I warned you it was above your pay grade but I really appreciate it.”

He chuckles, scooping another serving before he shakes his head. “You don’t have to worry about it. I’m happy to do it.”

Smiling, you take another bite and sigh. You enjoy the silence with him, professor-student standing be damned. This was nice.

You hear whimpering from down the hall, more motherly instincts kicking in, making you get up from your chair and disappear down the hall to the bedrooms.

When you come back, Ivy is in your arms, bleary-eyed and wrapped in a blanket with her hair in all different directions. You smooth the strands down and bring her to the table.

“I think she knows that I’ve been stressed,” you say, sitting down. When she reaches for your bowl, you stop her to prevent food from flying everywhere. “Oh, no, no, hold on.”

“Here,” Andy says, reaching for her. He pulls her out of your lap and into his. Picking up his spoon, he shakes off excess noodles and brings the edge of it to her mouth, letting her feed easily.

She does her exaggerated hum of satisfaction, happily slapping his hand for more. “Mmm! Deedee!” she giggles.

“You want more?”

“Mo’!” she replies.

He laughs as he feeds her again, and you decide to just enjoy the moment. You and Ivy will have a hard few weeks ahead of you, but Andy reassured you that he would be there every step of the way.

You nearly burst into tears after she eats a few more bites and rubs her eyes. Yawning, she squeaks before pressing her face into Andy’s chest as her eyes close. He adjusts her in his lap to make her more comfortable before he continues to finish his bowl.

You can’t deny how he made it all better. With this looming over you and the prospect of losing your daughter, he holds all your pain in his hand, taking it from you and letting you see this.

If the judge could see the three of you now, they’d realize Ivy has everything she needs.

And so do you.

- - - - -

“Alright, baby bear,” Andy mutters as he places Ivy on her bed. He arranges the blankets around her, making sure she’s tucked in and comfortable. “Sleep well.”

He steps out, shutting the bedroom door behind him, and meets you in the living area.

“Thank you. I know I’ve been saying that a lot this evening, but I–”

“You know I don’t mind,” he smiles.

“Of course I do.”

Putting on his jacket, Andy picks up his work bag and slings it over his shoulder. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow about the case.”

You purse your lips, seeming to remember everything. It had all gotten away from you in the hour that you spent watching Andy cook and eating with him. “Yeah…I’ll…wait for the call.”

“It’ll all be okay,” he says, bringing you back into his chest, caging you between his arms to hide you from the sting of reality. “I promise, I’m gonna do everything I can to make this go our way.”

Pulling away, you look at him with a curious expression. “‘Our way?’”

“I…” he buffers for a moment, failing to find the right words to explain himself. The truth is, there is no explanation. “Your way. I meant…”

Your body surges as you throw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as you press your lips to his.

He’s stunned for a moment, frozen as his face reacts with raised eyebrows and flushing cheeks but his body doesn’t move a muscle. His heart races and he shuts his eyes, kissing you back the way he wanted to when he had you on the dance floor at his brother’s wedding.

The two of you pull away and you step back, covering the lower half of your face with your hands. “I…I’m sorry, that was uncalled for and wildly inappropriate. I don’t know what came over me–”

Smiling like an idiot, Andy doesn’t have the patience to listen to a bullshit excuse from you.

You kissed him. That was all the blessing he needed.

Sweeping you into his arms again, he kisses you once, twice, and a third time, loving the feeling of your hands in his hair as they creep up his neck, engulfing him in you.

You step back again, laughing shyly. “That was…”

“It was…”

“Nice.” “Good.”

“I agree,” he nods.

“Good. Um…”

“But we probably shouldn’t do that again.”

You nod as well, “Right, yes, I agree.”

“At least not until after you graduate.”

“Oh, yes, good point. After I graduate.”

“Because then you won’t be my student anymore.”

“Mhmm, yup.”

Silence falls over the two of you and you begin to walk towards the door. “Um, I’ll wait for your call tomorrow.”

Getting the cue, Andy nods and heads toward the door, stepping out into the atrium of the apartment building. “Yes, I’ll keep you posted. And I’ll see you next week. Don’t worry about the paper, by the way. If you need more time, I’m happy to give it to you.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. But thanks, anyway.”

“Okay.”

He stands there and you look at him. Neither of you wants to say goodbye.

You blink, smiling at him and leaning your head against the door. “Goodnight, Professor Barber.”

“Goodnight,” he breathes. “Goodnight, Teddy.”

Lingering your gaze on him the entire time you close the door, you can’t help but lean against it as it shuts. You cover your face with your hands and smile, skin heating up in giddiness.

If it wasn’t for Ivy, Andy never would have made it to your apartment tonight. Things would have looked so differently for the two of you.

He gives you hope; a second vine crawling over your heart, protecting you from anything that could hurt you.

An ivy.

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swirlysmile · 2 years

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not sure if everyone is as in love with slider as i am but i’m biting the bullet and doing it

word count: 700

warnings; swearing which is in all my fics but this has the most i think

Reading With The Boys

If there’s one thing Slider knows for certain, it’s that he is the best of the best, the top 1%.

Something else Slider knows? He does not stink. Literally and metaphorically speaking, and sure, he had to check to be sure, but he’s definitely sure now.

Sundown is laughing at him, and Slider rolls his eyes and curses Pete Mitchell out. In his head of course, nobody needs to know that he cares that much about what the shorty thinks.

“Crashed and burned, huh Slider?” Sundown says, and Slider is really resisting the urge to punch him.

“Hey, at least I don’t have a secret love affair with my superior.” He grimaces, circling back to insulting Maverick.

He’s lucky that Ice isn’t here, because he would have no problem exposing his RIO’s ‘love affair’. Definitely not as clandestine, but hey, that’s what best friends are for.

He doesn’t know whose idea it was, but Slider isn’t complaining. He just wishes he wasn’t in sweatpants. All of the pilots are at the beach for a good natured (competitive) game of volleyball.

“Maverick, Goose.” Slider says, a hint of distaste in his voice as they step onto the court.

“Ice, Slider.” Maverick smiles, mocking salute in tow. Ice is playing with the ball, spinning it on his finger like you would a basketball.

Ice serves it hard without a warning, and now everyone is jumping around to throw it back up and across.

Slider likes watching Maverick and Goose jump around, it looks funny.

Seeing you on the sidelines during the game though? Certainly seals the deal, and now, he’s flexing more than he already had been. It’s no shock that Slider is ripped, he’s a pilot for god's sake, but playing volleyball in the blistering California heat, oddly enough, makes him even more attractive than he normally is.

Ice sends him a teasing side glance accompanied by a wink at the sight of you, your eyes glued to him. Maybe it’d be more descriptive to say your eyes were glued to his abs, but there’s no need for specifics.

After a few more points are scored, Slider is wrapping his arm around Ice. They’re losing a little miserably, 3-6, and it’s a big blow to his ego.

“It’s cause you’re trying to show off for her,” Ice says, poking fun at Sliders ‘desperation’.

Slider swore there was a better word for it, admiration perhaps? Scratch that- it doesn’t sound right.

“I’m not trying anything.” Slider says, jabbing Ice in the side.

His eyes involuntarily slide to where you’re sitting, and the fact that you’re reading a book instead of watching him makes him almost jealous.

“Jealous of a damn book, real smooth Ron” he says to himself and he’s lucky Tom didn’t hear.

Then, they lose. Maverick is packing up, pulling his shirt on while Ice is making some offhanded comment about how he’s just scared to lose.

“Mother Goose you pussy!”

Maverick still leaves despite Goose’s pleas, it’s weird. He’s never been able to say no to Nick Bradshaw, but suddenly it clicks. That damn note.

Right now, all that Slider can think is that he is much more intelligent than Goose has ever given him credit for.

The game dies down scarily fast after Maverick leaves. The real entertainment was from Mav trying to jump around and spike the ball, since he’s so short and all. Without Maverick though, there’s less of a crowd.

“Alright,” Ice starts, reaching to straighten out Slider's nonexistent shirt. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Slider stares dumbfounded.

“You know what I mean, Ron.”

“No, I’m not sure I do, Tom.” He says, venom lacing his voice. He’s a bit embarrassed because Ice definitely isn’t being quiet. He’s sure that Hollywood is going to give him hell for this, especially if Ice doesn’t shut up.

“Don’t be yourself, Ron. Nobody likes that!” Goose calls, and Slider flips him off.

“He’s right,” Wolfman smiles and Ron knows they’re doing it to piss him off.

Boy is it working.

“Fuck all of you.” He says, finally walking in your direction. He’s murmuring something to himself, something like “Man up Ron,” or “Don’t be so scared, it’s just her,”.

Obviously you looked up from your book at the sound of cheering, and god are you glad you did.

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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✨Grayson Dolan Hunger Headcanons:✨

• When he’s hungry — Grayson’s got quite an erratic appetite. He goes through an odd series of sporadic high and low periods — drastic ebbs and flows — when it comes to his desire/need to consume food. Sometimes, for days on end, eating is the only thing that he’s got on his mind. He’s practically a fiend for food — binging endlessly, rambling on about everything that he may be craving, constantly cooking, and getting bloated past his limit. He’s a fat freight train, that just can’t be stopped… until his appetite suddenly dwindles down. In the spans of time when his hunger is nearly nonexistent, it’s almost as if he has to be convinced to eat during the day. He won’t touch a single meal, go for a snack, or even drink water without having to be reminded to put something on his stomach. It’s like taking care of a kid on those days… watching over someone who’s incapable of sustaining themselves. Though his eating patterns are pretty unusual, they don’t seem to affect his mood, or his energy overall… not in any major ways. Yeah, he’ll get a little sluggish when he’s had a bit too much… or he’ll get hangry when he’s denied his body what it wants… but he’s pretty much the same guy, whether he’s eating or not.

• Diet — Grayson’s a strict vegan… like, to an almost culty extreme. He’s always preaching about how he doesn’t eat meat or dairy, guilt-tripping folks about eating animal products, and striving to get others to convert to veganism. When it all comes down to it, Grayson stays away from meat and dairy — because they both come from a living, breathing creature, and neither agree with his stomach at all… but he’ll do anything he can to convince people that there’s more to his diet than a guilty conscience and a sensitive gut.

• His favorite food(s) — Grayson’s a sucker for a good vegan burger. Though he may not eat meat or dairy, he sure does love a good imitation… anything that’s just a tasty and heavy as the real thing. Burgers, pizza, tacos — any hefty meal with a vegan alternative, and Grayson’s all over it.

• Seconds? Thirds? — On his more ravenous days, Grayson is definitely a seconds and thirds kind of guy. Typically, he can choke down two full servings of a meal before he taps out — on account of his proneness to bloating, and his surprisingly small stomach — but when he’s really hungry, he’ll go back for a third helping… and possibly try for a fourth.

• His sweet-tooth — Grayson’s got a huge sweet tooth, especially when it comes to cakes, doughnuts, and chocolates. Though it’s uncommon for him to give in to his sugary desires, and go full throttle on his junk food intake, on the rare occasion that he does indulge, he guzzles down the goods by the fistful. He can easily devour an entire cake on his own — or a whole baker’s dozen of doughnuts — if given the opportunity.

• When he’s full — When his belly is nice and full, Grayson gets all lazy and cuddly… just wants to lie around and snuggle up with you, somewhere nice and cozy. He likes to let his gut hang loose, and joke around with it… poke at it, touch it, and rub it — just until he finds some relief. He’s got a real soft spot for any kind of belly play, especially on a full stomach.

• When he’s stuffed — Grayson becomes a pitiful mess whenever he’s taken his eating a little too far — gone for a third helping when he shouldn’t have, or even choked down a fourth. His little belly swells so large that it looks like he’s pregnant with twins of his own — too tight to hold all of that food without a terrible struggle. His abs completely disappear, forming into a huge dome of tough muscle, and muffling the moans and groans of his intestines. All Grayson can do is lie around, and wait until the pressure in his gut goes down, like a bloated couch potato. He sits in his uncomfortable slump — passing seemingly endless gusts of abhorrent wind, cracking childish jokes about how large and full he is, showing off his distended belly to anyone who’ll look in his direction, and having you tend to his bloated midsection. When he’s that full, he loves to be showered with belly rubs and kisses… and even some navel play… and when his pain is extra bad, there’s nothing like a bit of belly button licking to relieve it.

• Feeding — Grayson isn’t too crazy about being fed… feels like it’s too intrusive and patronizing. He’s like a cat, when it comes to his personal space… the kind of guy who either has to initiate contact, or simply do without it… and he’s made it abundantly clear that he can feed himself when he wants to eat. Just the thought of having your hand mashed against his mouth like that turns him off. Of course, he’s fine with being fed finger foods — small things, like crackers, fries, or chips — but anything larger than a single bite size is a hard pass for him.

• Bonus headcanon(s) — Grayson’s body goes absolutely crazy if he even has a single bite of meat, or any kind of dairy product. It’s like his organs shut down and force themselves to evacuate, from any hole that will allow it… leaving him to deal with terrible cramps, extreme bloating, and trouble using the toilet. You’d think he was dying, if you didn’t know any better.

#starry eyes #starry’s headcanons #grayson dolan

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bizarrequazar · 9 months

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GJ and ZZH Updates — July 23-29

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

07-23 → L'Oreal posted a behind the scenes video from their commercial featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video of him writing "ridiculous" on a paper fan. Caption: "Wuhu! Picked up a small study video!" BGM is a qin cover of Blood Actor by HITA.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Welcome to 'Into Science', see how the three-person team on set, Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat, Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon, Luo Mingxi @ Modern Xiongdi Liu Yuning, distinguish the wind direction based on reference objects, deduce clues, and catch the 'murderer'! There are more joyful and funny daily routines, waiting for you to watch~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from his photoshoot on 07-13. Caption: "Courtyard Pavilion, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon broke through the barrier of dimensions, and lit a cluster of candles in a square inch." BGM is Fever by Brasstracks.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted six photos of Han Ye. Caption: "A gentleman is as good as a grinder. His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon stills without watermark come 'Ye'!"

07-24 → The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional poster of Han Ye and Ren Anle.

→ The Instagram posted a video of "Zhang Zhehan" playing guitar.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a douyin of behind the scenes footage from his photoshoot on 07-13. Caption: "Shadowy, mottled light and dark, hazy mirror glimpses a moment of burning dreams" BGM is

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat almost slipped and yelled 'ah', Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon focused on taking photos in his own world, such a happy and peaceful person!"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a douyin of Han Ye. Caption: "You don’t hesitate to ask questions, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon, who is full of knowledge and understanding, there is nothing that can’t be answered"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat 'saved' the weak prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon and made everyone laugh, and even stared straight at Han Ye's abs. Han Ye's belated sense of shame is like no one else~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a video of clips of Han Ye. Caption: "It is a great fortune to have such a reserve. Let’s see the courageous and resourceful Prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon manage both upwards and downwards!"

→ Gong Jun posted a gif of Han Ye. Caption: "Report a little bit, the bottleneck period has been ten years, and today is finally no longer stuck✌️" This was reposted by his studio, added caption: "Rest assured, His Royal Highness does not need to paint every painting for ten years!"

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted two gifs of Han Ye. Caption: "What is Gong Jun's bottleneck period? Nonexistent! Repost this His Royal Highness, the inspiration comes quickly 'Ye'~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a video of Han Ye. Caption: "With Dajing’s special supply of brainwave translators, are you afraid that you won’t be able to share your worries for His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon?"

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted three photos of him filming an interview. Caption: "Today is also a day of hard work!"

07-25 → L'Oreal posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted ten miscellaneous photos of "Zhang Zhehan" and full offense if you think those are all the same person you should book yourself an eye appointment.

→ Two videos were released of Gong Jun promoting Chengdu. [1] [2] [subbed 2nd video]

→ Gong Jun's studio posted thirteen photos of Gong Jun. Caption: "In the green and verdant summer, the shadows of the trees are dancing like a dream. @ Gong Jun Simon is here with the summer photos~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a douyin of behind the scenes footage from the photoshoot. Caption: "The warm sun is pouring down, the shadows of the trees are whirling, let’s indulge in this warm summer day with @ Gong Jun Simon~" BGM is a cover (I can't find the specific one) of Baby Don't Cry by EXO.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Ren Anle and Han Ye's tragic scene in a carriage is so heartbreaking, but when Han Ye's sadness was loaded, he was taken away by the movement on the side, and he couldn't hold back! It turns out that there is such happiness behind the sadness."

→ Guduo Xingfan posted a short video of him reacting to a fan's response to his dancing douyin from the previous week.

→ 361° posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a video of Gong Jun and Dilireba looking ridiculously attractive together. Caption: "Once you put on the mask, you will fall into deeply love, and your eyes will look at each other, full of love. As long as it's one Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat selected, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon will like it~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video from Legend of Anle. Caption: "Is the grilled fish tasteless for His Royal Highness? @ Gong Jun Simon's culinary style review was murdered, this wave must be caused by firewood! Since it's rare to be by yourself, Han Ye can enjoy the life at the bottom of the valley for now~"

→ The influencer Little Bowl posted a video of herself and Gong Jun doing a douyin dance together.

07-26 → The Legend of Anle Weibo posted fourteen photos of Gong Jun and Dilireba and taken by a child photographer. Caption: "Summer is slow, the breeze is light, the sun is scorching, not as good as you and me."

→ The photographer, Sheng Sheng, posted a vlog of the photoshoot.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted eighteen photos of him. Caption: "Wonderful nature outlines the outline of summer, and the cool breeze and shadows flow the dark fragrance. The little cutie @ Sheng Sheng and @ Gong Jun Simon are behind the lens~"

→ People found the copyright information for the ugly Baobao doll the scam has been pushing recently. The design is credited to Ren Zijun, the son of Chen Qunying's boyfriend; Zhang Zhehan's name is not connected to it anywhere.

→ Gong Jun posted six photos from the same shoot. Caption: "The photographer @Sheng Sheng and the model are very professional"

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted five photos of him and the child photographer. Caption: "Shoot the cutie and shoot him!"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional still of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a video of the shoot. (14:11, 511 kadian) Caption: "Big hands hold little hands, happy today 🈶️! Recording the tacit cooperation between the special 'Ye' model @ Gong Jun Simon and the little photographer~" BGM is 5361 by Davis Chris.

→ Fox Factory posted a clip of Gong Jun teasing their interview with him they would later release.

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted seven photos of Han Ye on public screens. Caption: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is crowned in all directions[.] Wildly organize a small face-to-face arrangement! P.S. See you after the Daping typhoon in Shenzhen, everyone must pay attention to travel safety!"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a video of Han Ye from an emotional scene. Caption: "The farewell to the king, yesterday will never be the same. You can hear the heartbreaking voice of His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon across the screen…"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video from Legend of Anle. Caption: "His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon's daily itinerary sharing: Attend the banquet! The vlog for the banquet has started simultaneously~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a promotional image in celebration of Legend of Anle maintaining a high popularity rating. Caption: "The Prince's Mansion has great news! 'The Legend of Anle' has surpassed 10,000 popularity on Youku for 10 consecutive days, Prince Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon has no regrets!"

07-27 → The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ Gong Jun reposted a trailer for Huang Xiaoming's new drama, The Infiltrator. Added caption: "See you tonight, Fang Jiashu, let's watch together!!"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted an interview with Gong Jun done during filming. Caption: "@ Gong Jun Simon’s exclusive interview is here~ Interpret Han Ye’s feelings for Ren Anle/Di Ziyuan online, talk about the experience of cooperating with Luo Mingxi in detail, and highlight the back and forth in the quick question and answer game. For the exciting, please click the video to watch!"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted nine gifs of Han Ye. Caption: "The secrets of the rules of 'Dajing's Storybook' are revealed! You only need to choose one of the following three lines of storybooks to know the development of the story between you and His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon. Come and tell me what kind of exclusive storybook you found~"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Ziyuan sees 'flowers', Han Ye's 'flowers' bloom, Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat and Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon study the details of each other's scenes on the set, and they can't escape the 'world of flowers', romance and reversal are even more in one thought, everyone on the shooting scene laughed so hard that they couldn't control themselves!"

→ Tiffany & Co. posted three photos of Gong Jun from the shoot released the previous day, highlighting their jewelry.

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video from Legend of Anle. Caption: "Check the files, sort out the case, judge and maintain order. His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon participates in the whole process of judging the case, focusing on doing it yourself!"

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a video of Gong Jun running with a collie. Caption: "What is Gong Jun doing today?"

→ Two articles of interviews with Gong Jun were released. [1] [2]

→ The Zhang Sanjian TikTok posted another cringey dancing video. Bluebird later posted a thread comparing shots from this to the real Zhang Zhehan.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted four promotional stills of Han Ye and Ren Anle. Caption: "Protect each other for the rest of their lives, hearts moved for a lifetime, the flowers are in full bloom, and this moment is eternal."

07-28 → Fox Factory posted their interview with Gong Jun. [subbed clip]

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional poster.

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a behind the scenes photo from the the Fox Factory interview.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional still of Han Ye.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a video of Dilireba, Gong Jun, and Liu Yuning.

→ Hidden Strike, the Jackie Chan movie Gong Jun has a small role in, was released on Netflix.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Ren Anle @ Dear-Dilraba Dilmurat entered the scene for a second on the set, and almost fell when she turned around? Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon played on the walkie-talkie while silently speaking, then turned around and chatted and laughed with Wen Shuo @ Chen Tao. There are so many stories behind the famous scenes that you must not miss~"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video form Legend of Anle. Caption: "The hidden camera is back! Today we set off to visit the set, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon is serious about filming on the set, and his attitude of striving for perfection is really admirable!"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a promotional poster of Han Ye.

→ The photographer Sheng Sheng posted a douyin of her photoshoot with Gong Jun.

07-29 → Gong Jun posted a douyin of comparative shots of him and Han Ye. Caption: "Now it's Gong Jun who makes do"

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a picture comic about Legend of Anle's third story arc. Caption: "Following the imperial examination fraud case and the Jiangnan corruption case, His Royal Highness @ Gong Jun Simon helped push the truth of the ten-year injustice case to be revealed, and he is worthy of being the Dajing guardian of justice!"

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted two promotional stills of Han Ye.

→ The Legend of Anle Weibo posted a behind the scenes video. Caption: "Facing the enemy’s surprise attack, Di Ziyuan and Wen Shuo teamed up to confront each other head-on, drawing their swords in the same style, and the fighting scenes were chic and neat. There is no doubt that the siblings have a tacit understanding! And Han Ye quickly came to assist, and the round of competition ended perfectly."

→ Gong Jun's studio posted a behind the scenes video from Legend of Anle. Caption: "His Royal Highness with both ability and political integrity @ Gong Jun Simon is worthy of being the quality benchmark for Dajing citizens~ Humble, careful, gentlemanly and polite, the original lines are also gentle and powerful, injecting the soul in a second!"

→ The preview released for next week's Hello Saturday episode, which Gong Jun will be appearing on with Dilireba and Liu Yuning.

→ Gong Jun Outdoor Office posted a clip of behind the scenes from the douyin Gong Jun posted that morning. Caption: "Good night (from Han 'didn’t find the pillow' Ye & Gong 'long legs can’t let go' Jun)"

Additional Reading: → It's rumored that Gong Jun will be attending New York fashion week in September.

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